Jenna Cooper is in a potential client’s office when she first sees Adam Brede, and is instantly less interested in public relations and more in the mood for very private, very intimate ones. In fact, she wants to tear his clothes off—until she learns Adam is her sole competition for this much-needed account. And Adam needs to land it as much as she does. Competition really sucks, she decides—and not just when she’s giving him a blowjob.

But is the considerable steam between them fogging her judgment? Trust can be fragile when it’s not only her business that’s at stake, but her heart as well. 

The Avante-Garde Dancers might struggle in their off-off-Broadway theater, but they have been together since high school and have sworn they’re a team and will remain that way. Then Colin Greaves, the artistic director of a London dance company, offers their unofficial leader, Gregg Phelps, the chance of a lifetime—not only to join his troupe but also to do some choreography.

Gregg has been lusting for Colin since the first time he saw him across the footlights. There is nothing casual about the sex they share, and Gregg is soon torn between his commitments to people he’s always loved and his desire for the only man who has ever made him feel complete.

When Rebecca Carlisle's obsessive lust for a coworker interferes with her work and drives her to distraction, her friend tells her there is only one cure — to screw the guy's brains out. Becka, though, has never spoken to the man, doesn't even know his name. Besides, she is moving out of state in just over two weeks.

Halloween is coming and when Becka dons a mask and a belly dancing costume, she unleashes her alter ego, Fantasy. Shy, retiring accountant Becka could never dance nearly naked through a bar to seduce the sexiest man on Earth. But Fantasy can — and does. The supposed cure for lust only makes the obsession worse and Becka soon finds herself sinking into a morass of passion, deceit…and ultimately love.