Never let people see the real you. Show them the confident, take-no-BS you that isn’t afraid of speaking her mind and grabs life by the testicles and wears amazing shoes doing it. I'm Sage McCain, and that's the philosophy I've lived my life by. Until Julian Dohring came along and told me I couldn't dance and called me a "peach." Needless to say, he's got my attention. More
It was just a work party, filled with kissing the well-dressed rear ends of clients and fake smiles. Until my boss accused me of something I didn’t do. Until I got pissed, and just then there was this guy who was hot and flirting with me. Then there were his hands and the backseat of my car and a night of everything but you know what.
I never expected to see him again. But suddenly Julian Dohring is everywhere. And I can’t get over the endless tattoos that cover his arms, how he’s apparently a recovering video game addict, and dresses like he’s ready to walk down the red carpet at any moment.
Ten years ago I made a pledge to stay away from alcohol and sex, and to never get too personal with anyone. It’s gotten me this far. I’m twenty-seven, I have a career I’ve worked my heart and soul into, and more money than I could ever blow on shoes and the finer things in life. My attitude and pride have always been enough to keep any man from getting too interested. Until Julian…who claims I can’t dance, and has the nerve to call me a “peach.”
I’m Sage McCain, and needless to say, Julian has my attention.