<p><strong>USA TODAY bestseller&nbsp;</strong></p><p><br></p><p>There's a saying, 'He could sell a dildo to a nun.' (What? Isn't that how it goes?)</p><p><br></p><p>Well, that's me. Hell, I could sell it to her and make her think it was HER idea.</p><p><br></p><p>But now that I'm rich, everyone just gives me what I want. Except Sasha Whitman. Not only can she see through my game but she makes me want to stop playing. She deserves a hell of a lot better than me but I can't stay away from her.</p><p><br></p><p>And for the first time I wonder if I'm not more like my con-artist father than anyone knows.</p>