Charlie Cross is the reigning queen of dirty talk. As a phone sex operator, she's fielded every kink and fetish in the book. Nothing fazes her. Okay, not entirely true. There's one client who's gotten under her skin. Grady. He's dangerously close to peeling back the layers she's worked so hard to keep hidden. And the last thing she needs is for him to discover the truth—how completely imperfect she is.
Grady The Grinder Montana. With a name like that he must be a stripper, right? Guilty as charged. He's damn good at it, too. Forget moves like Jagger, his make the Benjamins rain. Women scream his name every night. On stage or in bed, the result's the same. Not one damn bit of it matters, though. The only real thing in his life is Charlie. With her, he's only Grady. The Grinder doesn't exist. Their relationship is uncomplicated, liberating, and...perfect.
Until the day their worlds crash together. No illusions. No safety nets. Just two damaged, dirty, perfectly imperfect people about to fall hard. Love isn't always pretty. Sometimes it's messy and real. And exactly what you need.
