Mason Adler: Hot. Cocky. Sugarcoated Bad Boy. The type of man who knocks the big "O" clear to the front of the alphabet every time. Wrap up that eight-pack with Navy khakis and top it off with a shiny SEAL Trident, the kind that makes the girls swoon. That's Mason. My best friend. For me, he's off limits. Now that I've finished college, I need to focus on my writing career. And without his help, I don't stand a chance. But I need something from him. Something only he can give me. So I'll pull the blinds. I'll toss my inhibitions. I'll call it "research." And I won't let my heart get involved, especially with him leaving at the end of the week. Leaving me . . . even though my very soul is still in his grasp. Contains mature themes.