Waking Beauty

Jake Harrison breaks into bedrooms for a living. He's the last resort for the pathological oversleeper—the guy who shows up when every alarm clock, phone app, and automated coffee maker has failed you miserably.

I didn't want his services. But when your boss threatens to fire you if you're late to one more client meeting, you get desperate. And now he's here every morning, all six feet of lean muscle and dark eyes that shouldn't look that good at dawn.

Watching him slouch against my doorframe, waiting to torture me with his arsenal of wake-up methods, I can't decide if I want to slam the door in his face or drag him to bed for an entirely different reason.

His methods? Brutal. But his worst weapon is the way he reads me—how he knows exactly what buttons to push until I'm wide awake and ready to kill him. Or kiss him.

And the real kicker? As much as I want to throttle him for his merciless morning wake-ups, I'm starting to enjoy the tension between us a little too much.