The Fire Drill

Ivy Watts has it all. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, a smart (albeit rookie) patent attorney, and has the best friend-slash-roommate that a girl could ever ask for. But what most strangers couldn’t know about Ivy is that she loves Italian wine, high heels, and works as a high-end escort three nights a week. Read escort, not prostitute. There’s a literal legal difference- at least in Ivy’s mind. When Ivy is roped into a job on her only night off in months, she is not impressed. She’s pissed. Worse, her new client’s only stipulation is that his date is ‘educated’. Yeah, with three advanced degrees and a mountain of debt to prove each one of them, she definitely fits the bill. Given his request for a smart, mute blonde, Ivy is not surprised to find that her new client is an investment banker with eyes that could freeze hell over, a body shaped by the devil himself, and an attitude to match. David Van den Berg is cold, rude, and clearly doesn’t give a damn if she has a brain as long as she acts the part. But when Ivy hits it off with David’s boss at the party that she is paid to attend, she begrudgingly agrees to play the role of fake date for a while longer. After all, the last thing that she is expecting is for David to actually have a soul, let alone a soft side. A soft side that leaves her completely out of her depth and itching to tease more of it out of him. As broody dislike rapidly transforms into resigned attraction, Ivy and David are both thrown off-kilter by the undeniable fact that they’re impossibly compatible. Ivy is kind, fun, and nonjudgmental. David is cold, brash, maybe even a little emotionally stunted. They’re perfect for each other. But with Ivy’s background as an escort looming over their relationship, will their blossoming love even stand a chance? Of those who know about Ivy’s past, who of them will accept it as a 21st-century woman’s right to do as she pleases with her body? And who will use it to plot against her? Or worse, to plot against David?