Big Bad Alpha by Tia Siren

I have a f*ck list. And she’s right at the top…

OLIVIA POOLE:
What? I’m on his list? His f*ck list? Apparently, I’m number one, ahead of Katie Perry and Taylor Swift.
Rumor has it he’s working his way down, ticking off all his conquests as he goes.
So why me? I’m not a celebrity – yet he promises me he’s going to make me famous.
But even if he is the sexiest, most irresistible, dirty-talking panty-melter I’ve ever met, my panties are staying on.
The only way I’m getting my name crossed off his list is if my name is the last.

CAIN BOHANNON:
Women beg me to put them on my f*ck list.
But I’m selective. I have a fetish for big boobs and bubble butts. But most importantly, they must already be famous. I tire quickly of gold diggers and groupies. But then again, I tire quickly of most things.
Cross off list. Move on.
The problem with Olivia Poole is that she’s not famous, at least not yet. And she’s making me chase her, which is driving me wild with desire for her.

But I can make her famous with a click of my fingers. I can make her wet just by whispering in her ear.
And then she’ll be begging me to be crossed off.