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.