BLURB:

So I rammed a group of paparazzi with my car…can’t a girl be in her luteal phase?

According to the judge, apparently not.

That’s how I found myself ordered to twelve weeks of anger management and working for the charming billionaire I just had a one-night stand with.

The plan was simple: Lay low for the summer until my viral scandal blew over, while my agent worked behind the scenes to repair my image…But I’ve never been good at following plans…trouble, on the other hand? That’s something I have a knack for.

My summer started with a bang. Literally.

Then my new woo-woo therapist dropped a bomb on me: Complete her 12 “Rules” before the end of the summer. Or go to jail.

Now I’m working as an assistant to the town’s golden-boy billionaire… while living in his pool house, trying to keep my dirty thoughts at bay. The problem is this man is so damn tempting. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was doing it on purpose...

But two can play at that game.

The sexual tension growing between us is off-the-charts.

What we’re doing is reckless, and if the media finds out, the fallout could be devastating…

Especially since I’m technically still married.