Margot Scott

When a curvy yoga instructor takes a job at Ben's fitness center, he'll cross every line in the HR rulebook to claim his innocent employee as his baby girl . . .

I never claimed to be a saint. But it wasn't until I found myself in cuffs that I learned the damage I was capable of. The only sunshine on those gray prison days came in the form of letters from a hopeful teenager with a quick wit. But the letters weren't addressed to me.

I moved back to town hoping to patch things up with my son. Imagine my surprise when I meet his gorgeous best friend on the exam table at my OB/GYN office, hell-bent on ditching her V-card as quickly as possible.

I knew the ad was a long shot, and I wasn't prepared for a giant to answer the door. I expect him to send me packing, but he lets me rent a room. It's not my first choice, but my stepmom threw me out when she discovered how I've been saving for college: working as a cam girl.