Beck: I'm a gifted surgeon, a playboy who can have anyone I want with a click of my fingers. My life is perfect, so why do I feel like there's something missing? Then she walks back into my life, and I realize how hollow it all is. Amelia is my best friend, my anchor, the girl who knows all my secrets except the one I guard the most. She's the love of my life, but I'll never risk our friendship by telling her. Only now she's in his arms, the man who turns my blood to fire, my body to liquid lust. Xander makes me want things that are impossible and everything is messy in a way I never expected. I love her. I want him. Can I risk it all for the two people I know I should stay away from?
Amelia: Beck is my best friend, the man who knows my every secret, except this one. I have loved him my entire life but he refuses to see me as anything other than his childhood best friend. I need to move on. Then I meet Xander, Hollywood's golden star, who introduces me to passion like I've never known—but Beck is always there tempting me. Then I see the looks, the burning glances between the two men in my life. It makes me wonder if I can have them both. As passions and desires are unleashed things get messy. I love them both. I want them both. Can I have everything I ever wanted or will secrets destroy us all?
Contains mature themes.

















B's
2026-01-12
Sweet baby Jesus! I couldn’t stand 10 minutes of this God awful tripe. Not even one of my absolutely favourite books would survive his inconsistent narration, he’d probably butcher anything he reads. He killed any interest in the story. It isn’t worth the hassle. I kept getting cringe attacks every two seconds. The language inconsistencies are absurd. Does this take place in a universe where Britain and the U.S. have fused together creating some oddball mashup dialect it’s inhabitants spew forth in waves. The language issues aside, the über strange personality shifts of the MMC just within the first chapters are ridiculous not to mention his weird OTT PC-jargon, his unimaginative lying and back peddling attitude. His odd musings about everything and nothing… I can’t even put it into words. But seriously, who the hell would describe someone dressed in green Peter Pan tights and mini, a matching teeny tiny hat topping it off - On a a grown man - NO! That is neither manly nor sexy?!! And it doesn’t end there. A “sexy” Captain Hook AND a 5 ft short and stout Tinker-bell. Nope- I’m so out!
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