Underachieving Sophie can never quite seem to get her life together, and think she hits rock bottom when she’s mistaken for a prostitute in a Las Vegas elevator, only to sink to new lows when the same man shows at family dinner as her sister’s boyfriend.


Only With You

Sophie and Gray's Love Story

Best Mistake, Volume One

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  • This is Rated R, with steamy sex scenes.
  • This book is written in third-person, alternating the heroine and heroine's POV.


"What happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas in this “funny, sexy, sweet, laugh-out-loud romance” — Harlequin Junkie

Cocktail waitress Sophie Dalton doesn’t exactly have a life plan. She’s perfectly happy being everyone’s favorite party girl. But when a Las Vegas bachelorette party goes awry and an uptight businessman mistakes Sophie for a prostitute . . . well, Sophie wonders if it’s time to reevaluate her priorities. Swearing off her thigh-high boots for good, Sophie slinks back home with damaged pride-and a jackpot of a hangover.

Yet what happens in Sin City doesn’t always stay there. On a trip to Seattle to open a new office, Grayson Wyatt meets his latest employee-who turns out to be the same woman he recently called a hooker. Wealthy and gorgeous, Gray is a man used to getting what he wants. And it doesn’t take long to figure out that smart, sassy, sexy Sophie is everything he’s been looking for. As their late nights at the office turn into hot morning-afters, they realize their Vegas misunderstanding may lead to the real thing . . .


Her brain was struggling to think of a retort, so she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Don’t call me Ms. Dalton.”

“Why, is it too respectable for a screwup like yourself?”

Sophie flinched, knowing his sarcasm was only playing off her own words, but it still stung. “It has nothing to do with respectability,” she snapped. “I just want you to think of me as a person. I want to hear you say ‘Sophie.’”

Oops. That had not come out right. Now he was going to think she was partial to hearing her name from his lips. At the thought of his lips, her gaze fell to his mouth. What was wrong with her? The wine was messing with her head.
But he still hadn’t moved away. And he didn’t exactly look repulsed.

“Okay,” he said slowly. “Sophie, then.”

As if the moment needed to be any more charged, the lights in the office turned off as they were programed to do every few minutes in the evening unless their sensors detected movement.

It would only take the slightest step to trigger the lights back on, but they stood still for a moment longer in the darkened office. The air felt thick with conflicted electricity, but Sophie wasn’t sure what was at the root of the weirdness.

Just minutes ago they’d been talking about Brynn, and now…
Now she wanted to kiss her boss. Badly.