I don’t know what love is anymore.

Well, that’s not entirely true, but I’m going to tell you a little secret: I’ve lost the spark.

You know the kind of spark I’m talking about?

Where butterflies take flight in your stomach from two hands innocently colliding. Or catching your breath when you first meet someone attractive. Yeah, that spark.

Except I haven't felt that feeling in forever; there is nothing left inside of me.

Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem--but I’m a writer on a serious deadline, and my editor is breathing down my neck for a romantic, Nicholas Sparks type love story. No pressure, right?

That's how I find myself flying across the country to crash a wedding in the name of research, dress and heels stuffed into my small suitcase.

It should be the easiest book research ever. Drinking some free champagne, basking in the love of two strangers, and tapping into my romantic side. That’ll be a breeze. I'm a pro. I can handle this.

Until I mistakenly end up in the wrong hotel room, naked as the day I was born, with the sexiest human I have ever met staring me down, wondering what I'm doing taking a shower in his bathroom.

I don’t think calling it “research” will get me out of this mess.

But it will make for one hell of a story.

Essie Romero made a plan: graduate debt free and land a cutthroat banking job. Masked and anonymous, this coed by day and camgirl by night almost has it all. Unfortunately for Essie, she never saw Dalton Cavendish coming (which is surprising, honestly, because this six-foot-five snack of a man is impossible to miss).

Dalton has no plans. Dalton is a hot mess—emphasis on hot—but a mess, nevertheless. This charismatic finance bro’s “work hard, play hard” lifestyle breeds chaos—chaos Essie can’t avoid now that her good friend Dalton is going to be her sort-of stepbrother…and coworker at DC’s top investment bank.

Luckily, nobody can handle chaos like Essie…until an evening of margaritas, mistaken identities, and mishaps leads to Essie and Dalton hooking up and accidentally livestreaming it. It’s a nightmare—until the tips pour in, and Essie convinces Dalton to join her streams as a mysterious, masked camboy.

Working on finance by day and filming at night—and with their parents’ wedding less than a month away—Essie and Dalton both have to stick to the plan: camming is strictly business. But when their bank faces collapse, Dalton and Essie are pulled into the deal of a lifetime and all plans go out the window…

…except for one: Dalton’s not-so-secret plan to finally make the camgirl of his dreams love him back.

Cora Flores and Everett Logan wish they’d never met. She’s a camgirl with more piercings than inhibitions, and he’s a polished congressional candidate from a political dynasty. Unfortunately, their best friends are in love, which means this unlikely duo is stuck together for life.

But when a disgruntled voter targets Everett, “for life” suddenly doesn’t seem very long—and Cora takes a bullet for Everett.

Now, Everett is done pretending he’s not obsessed with this brilliant, beautiful camgirl for the sake of his campaign. He’ll do anything to get Cora—like give her outrageous tips during her streams…and offline too. But Cora refuses to be Everett’s dirty secret. Nope. Who would want to be in a forbidden relationship with a gorgeous politician, where they have resort to steamy trysts across the city…

…Okay, maybe her refusal is up for debate.

Emergency Alert: Ballistic threat inbound to DC. Valeria Fuentes and Lander Dawson have fifteen minutes left to live. One last chance to tie up loose ends and live out their wildest dreams. So…they screw each other’s brains out, naturally.

Except Valeria and Lander are strangers. This headstrong camgirl and hotshot lawyer may be neighbors, but they’ve barely spoken. Tonight, it doesn’t matter. Going out with a bang (literally) is the perfect ending…until they learn the emergency alert was a mistake.

Now, neither can forget their scorching hot hookup. Valeria wants to pretend it never happened. There’s no future for a guy trying to make partner at a prestigious firm and a girl who performs for strangers every night...

But Lander disagrees. And he’ll do whatever it takes to prove he doesn’t just support Valeria’s lifestyle—he loves it.

Gavin
Anyone but her. Eva Adams—the entitled, picture-perfect cheer princess. Incapable of empathy, patently manipulative, and absolutely beautiful. I can’t afford her drama—I just want to play my last year of hockey without being kicked out of TU, but there she is on my first day back. Crying. In a weak moment, I make her an offer. An agreement I never thought she’d take. Except she surprises me, and now I’m faced with a dilemma. Protect my secrets…or win the girl.

Eva
Anyone but him. Gavin King—the rebellious, coffee-slinging hockey god. Arrogant, irreverent, and way hotter than he has any right to be. Despite the lady tingles, I’d be happy to spend my last year at TU without seeing his face—or his tattoos—again. It should be easy. I have cheer, I have my friends, and I have nowhere to live. To my eternal frustration, he offers me a solution…for a price. When I take the deal, I can’t help wondering what else I’ll give him before the end.