Piper Bard writes high-heat contemporary smut about bad choices, worse timing, and adults who absolutely heard the warning label and opened the bottle anyway.

Expect suburban temptation, infidelity spirals, age-gap chaos, workplace sins, dangerous best friends, babysitters who definitely should have gone home, and men rationalizing their way into becoming someone else’s cautionary tale.

The titles may be ridiculous. The emotional damage is not.

All characters are adults. Tags are seatbelts. Read them, buckle up, and do not trust anyone alone with a truck, a couch, a boardroom, a bottle of wine, or a woman who knows exactly what she’s doing.