The Falcon Ridge Series Book 4: Art of a Girl

Bastian Cole: They say you can't improve on perfection. That nothings ever perfect. I beg to differ. My entire life is a testament to how wrong that is. I'm at my peak. Living the high life. If I had to change one miniscule thing, it would be my job at the Falcon Ridge prison unit. But I'm already set to perfect my career in six months, so it's a moot point. Yep. After this coming blue moon, I'll be sitting behind the Head Alpha's desk with my name on the doorplate. The only thing that concerns me is this interior decorator my Beta hired. There's something strange about her, and I feel like she's hiding something from me. One thing I hate is secrets. And something tells me her secret is a big one. Samantha Gale: You know, I'm just trying to get by like everyone else. I'm trying to run a successful business and get through my life in one piece. Is that too much to ask? Apparently, according to the Alpha of my pack. I've been "Summoned" to decorate his Grand Ballroom, which I wouldn't mind, if he didn't keep sticking his inflated ego in my face. I'm usually an easy person to get along with, but Bastian...I just need to do this job quickly before he upsets me more. The more upset I get, the more bad things happen. Bastian is pushing buttons, and if he pushes the wrong one, she'll get out, and people will die.