<p><span style="color: rgba(51, 51, 51, 1)">Call me shallow, call me a perv, hell, even call me a manwhore. But the fact of the matter remains - no matter who a woman is - a ball buster in the courtroom or a flower child at an Avitt Brothers concert, I have the keys to the kingdom, and they all want it.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(51, 51, 51, 1)">Until Mariah Sanchez.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(51, 51, 51, 1)">She wants me.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(51, 51, 51, 1)">I can feel it. I can smell it. But for nine months, sixteen days, twelve hours and forty-seven minutes she's had my "you know what" in irons. Worse, my mouth and my fingers, too. Locked up in an invisible prison of my own making. And because I'm a stupid idiot, the only person I can blame for my predicament is me.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(51, 51, 51, 1)">But that's about to change...</span></p><p><br></p><p><em style="color: rgba(51, 51, 51, 1)">**TS Layne is&nbsp;the&nbsp;Alter Ego of USA Today Bestselling Author Tessa Layne. TS Writes Bad Boys ' Billionaires. Tessa Writes Alpha Cowboys ' Hot Heroes.**</em></p>