When I saw Nina Astor, I had to have her.
Blonde bombshell.
Park Avenue princess.
She was pure as snow and giving me one night to dirty her up.
But by morning, I knew:
She wasn't just a pretty face.
She wasn't just a casual fling.
One night?
Please.
I needed a lifetime.
Then I discover:
Nina Astor isn't who she says she is.
She's beyond off-limits.
The real problem? I couldn't care less.
