Bombshell! Elaine Crawford snagged a sugar-daddy? Chauffeured super-cars, bodyguards glued to her hip, head-to-toe stealth couture no regular eye can price! Which dirty-old tycoon has set his sights on our pure campus queen?!
“They say I'm gold-digging!”
“He's the one glued to you!”
“I won't be slandered!”
“Go—tell every last gossip: one more syllable and they'll regret it.”
“My reputation is shredded!”
“I'll fix it.”
He finally found her; no way he lets her swallow insults. His woman—if he doesn't spoil her, who will?
The enigmatic Nightingale conglomerate spans the globe; its sole heir, Xavier Nightingale, is the daydream half the planet secretly marries in their sleep.
“What can you give me, Mr. Nightingale?”
Xavier's smile is wicked velvet: “Name it and the planet pivots at your feet—on one condition: you stay mine.”
