The Dating in Duet Collection

Prologue

Everybody wants to come again, but not everyone can.

So, if I invite you to a life-changing night, you better save that date. An invitation from me offers a woman something hard to get and hard to pass up—charm, class, and a relentless focus on her heart’s desire that drives her to RSVP: Accepts with pleasure.

So much fucking pleasure. I’m a purveyor of it—the goddamn mayor of good times, the lord of lust, the emperor of ecstasy. A coveted summons to one of my underground events means an end to swiping, ghosting, and fishing.

Like a modern-day Gatsby, I woo the most fascinating, clever, and sexy women to my soirees—women willing to pay a pretty penny for the chance to meet the man of their dreams.

These secret parties aren’t for me. Please. Love isn’t in my cards.

I’m not even dealing myself in. I’m quite content to be the leading matchmaker in a brand-new age of romance in New York City.

At least, I was happy enough till she walked in on the celebration and table-flipped all my perfect plans.

And she didn’t even RSVP.