Is it possible to expose Chicago's hottest player without getting played? His name is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint, but don't be fooled by that last name-- there's nothing holy about the man except the hell his parties raise. He's a man's man with too much money to spend and too many women vying for his attention. Since he hit the scene, his secrets have been his and his alone to keep. Rachel has been assigned to investigate Saint, and is determined to make him the story that will change her career. But what happens when the man they call Saint makes you want to sin?