Brock Badd is everything except bad. He's sexy, sweet, strong, and every other good thing I never thought I wanted in a man. I always thought I needed the real bad boys, the ones that screw you senseless and pull your hair and aren't there to talk about it in the morning. I've always been a one-night stand kind of girl, and sometimes I wouldn't even stick around for a full night. Brock was supposed to be a one-night stand--that's how it started out, at least. Only, what was supposed to be a fun one-time-only hookup with a hot local guy ended up with me discovering Brock's potency six different ways by breakfast. That was all it took. One night with Brock, and I was hooked. But hooked doesn't mean ready for a relationship. That's what he wants. And deep down, I'm starting to fear that's what I want too. I'm just not sure I'm ready for it. I mean, he's the literal epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, plus he's a pilot--with a six-pack and perfect hair and a smile to melt me from the inside out. How's a girl supposed to resist that? I couldn't. I can't. I've tried, but I keep going back for more. I've got it bad, real BADD.