Flirting with Disaster

Brilliant, steadfast and virtuous. With allegiant attributes as these, thirty-eight year old Dr. Jude Duffy was officially a golden retriever, a civil war general or a nun. She'd prefer the golden retriever. A dog's impeccable sense of smell would've sniffed out the betrayal of her ex-fiance before it had ruined her career in science. But ruined no more. Jude Duffy is ready for a magical change in her life. She doesn't need a man to achieve her desires. She only needs his sperm. And as a scientist, she is no stranger to research. It's not every day a guy is offered money for sex by a vivacious, red-headed virgin. But today must be bad-boy Beckette Slader's lucky day. Regardless of her centerfold body, inquisitive mind, and smart mouth, Jude Duffy is hands-off material. She doesn't know it, but he'd ruined her life once. There was no way in hell he would do it again. His demons were too big to share, his recovery too new. Tangling with Jude Duffy would be flirting with disaster.