Have you ever done something so embarrassing that you could never tell another soul about it?

Yeah, well, that was me when I "accidentally" listened to my next-door neighbor have sex through the very thin wall that separated our apartments. It wasn't my fault- they were loud. Like really, really loud. And I was desperate. Okay- desperate might have been a bit dramatic, but I had a deadline, and my editor was down my back, demanding that I do something to make my sex scenes steamier- as if I knew what that was anymore.

After a rough breakup, I'd hit a low. Almost as low as you could get. Writing love stories was hard enough, but adding in unbridled passion and lust was impossible. But when I heard the natural moans of pleasure drifting into my apartment, I couldn't help myself.

I thought I was being sleek but of course it wasn't that easy. Having found the help I needed for a book scene, not only did I find myself doing it again, but also getting caught! It wouldn't have been so bad if I would have just come clean and owned up to it.

But remembering the dirty words he'd groaned had me completely at his mercy. When Jax offered to help me with my "little problem," I should have said no.

I could've held my head high and walked away.

I knew better than to get in too deep, but fate had other plans.