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<p class="description">Tonya Brewster's life was a mess. Little things like holding down a job or driving within the speed limit baffled her. So why in the world had her grandfather found her a job at an inner city youth center? She knew *nothing* about kids! But then she met Kirk Butler, the center's hunky director, and realized she was over her head in more ways than one.
<p class="description">**He was used to playing with fire**
<p class="description">Kirk loved a challenge, but he'd never come across anybody like sassy, sexy Tonya. She was definitely a pain in the neck—as well as in certain other parts of his anatomy. He didn't want her at the center—but he *did* want her in his bed. Trouble was, Tonya had no intention of leaving. And Kirk suspected he was about to find out just how much trouble Tonya could be….</div>]]></description>
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