IOU — Kristy Marie

It's official.
I, Ainsley James, am crazy.
Desperate and crazy.
It's the only explanation as to why I'm nauseous, standing outside Maverick Lexington's door.
I mean, it's possible the stories about his deck of playing cards -- with the words IOU scrawled across the back -- are just rumors of the ruthless quid pro quo deals he barters.
But the flutters in my stomach know better.
Maverick is as cold as they come.
But, I need one of those cards.
I NEED to owe Maverick Lexington a favor…
Whatever the terms, I'm willing to pay.
Because, at this point, I have nothing left to lose.