Laugh, cringe, and swoon through three stories of such embarrassing moments with the complete Slip Series Collection.
One wardrobe malfunction. Two lives forever changed.
Playing in a star-studded charity basketball game should be fun, and it is, until I literally go balls out to show up my arch nemesis. When I dive for the basketball and my junk slips out of my gym shorts, I know my life and career are over. There’s no way the network can keep my kids’ show on the air after I’ve exposed myself to millions of people. I don’t know how Andy, the new CEO, can go to bat for me with such passion. I also never anticipate how hot she looks in a pair of high heels.
Rafe’s dickslip has made my new job even more stressful. It’s hard enough being a woman in a man’s world without dealing with sex organs being publicly displayed when someone is representing the company. But he’s an asset to the network, not to mention hot as hell. I can barely keep my eyes off him or his crotch during our meetings. Defending him to the board puts my ass on the line as much as his, but it’s worth it. So is risking my job to fulfill the fantasies I’ve had about him since he first set foot in my office.
Things may have started out bad, but…Some accidents have happy endings.
One nipple. A world of problems.
I own the runway. Until my nipple pops out of my dress during New York Fashion Week and it suddenly owns me. Being called a worthless gutter slut by a fuming designer is the least of my problems. My career is swirling around the toilet like the other models’ lunches. Until smoking hot Tate Decker steps in with a crazy idea about how his magazine can maybe salvage my livelihood.
It’s less than two feet in front of me. Perfect and perky and pink. And the woman it’s attached to looks absolutely horrified. I need to help her, and not just because she’s beautiful and has a perfect rack. Using my position in the industry to expose the volatile nature of our business puts my career in jeopardy in an attempt to save Riley’s. I’m willing to risk that, but falling for her isn’t part of the plan.
When love and tits are involved…
Things can get slippery.
One brief mistake. A world of hurt.
No panties. No problem. At least until I slip on the wet floor and go heels over head in front of my colleagues and half the courthouse. Returning to consciousness can’t be more awkward, until I find out who my sexy, argumentative, and bossy knight in shining armor really is. My career may not survive my beaver blunder, and my heart might not survive Owen Grant.
Madeline Ryan tumbles into my life on a wave of perfume and public embarrassment. She falls and exposes herself in front of me, and I find myself falling for her despite the fact she fights me every chance she gets. Being a woman in a good ol’ boy profession demands a certain brashness, but it definitely has me thinking, maybe litigators shouldn’t be lovers.