Virgin Playbook

In the market for a hot tip? Here's one: Don't bang your best friend's little sister. Especially when she's an investigative journalist and your investment company is the target of her latest scoop. Unfortunately, I have a thing for high-risk bets, and Ellie's suggestion that we mix business with pleasure is too sweet a deal to pass up. Friends with benefits is the kind of low stress romantic situation a busy New Yorker actually has time for. But it's not long before I'm falling harder than the post-bubble Nasdaq, hooked on Ellie's laugh and determination to make the world a better place. There's only one problem… When it comes to risking money, I've mastered every trick in the book. But how the hell do I risk my heart?

Begging my brother's best friend-aka NHL superstar, Ian Fox-to help me ditch my V Card wasn't part of my "make it big in NYC" plans. But after years of being "cute little Evie," I'm tired of waiting for Mr. Right. I'm ready for Mr. Right Now and Ian is everything I've ever wanted in a first time. He's kind, funny, confident, and has a legendary…stick. Seriously, his stick has its own page of search results, complete with gray sweatpants shots hot enough to make even a clueless virgin drool. And yes, my brother will murder us if he finds out, but we're both grownups. We can keep a secret. We have to since I just landed an art therapy job working with his troubled team. All we're doing is a little practice. (Or…ehem...big practice.) Too bad my heart didn't get the memo.

My best friend's older brother excels at many things-being a bossy grump, a jerk, and...this hopeless virgin's fake fiancé? I need a guy who understands that this is all pretend, and who better than a man who can't stand me-and vice versa? Besides, Derrick is the kind of cocky, confident, successful dude bro my gram will adore. We'll convince my ailing grandmother I'm not going to die alone, Derrick will honor that favor he owes me, and we'll part ways as enemies with NO benefits. It's a rock-solid plan…until it isn't. Turns out I may have made a slight miscalculation. Now Derrick is charming my family, sweeping me off my feet, and making me want crazy things. Suddenly, I think I might actually want him to be my first and maybe…my only? Yeah, I'm screwed. So bleeping screwed.