Grey Amundsen is a stripper. She hasn't always been one, however. Two years ago she was the beloved only daughter of a Baptist preacher. He was (irrationally) strict however, and when her mother dies of brain cancer Grey won't pay by his rules. She wants to be a filmmaker--and her dad is sure LA is a Den of Iniquity. 
 So she leaves without his blessing and without his financial support. Bereft, and recently scholarship-less, despite her fantastic grades, Grey turns to the only job she can take that will support her academic and living costs--stripping. She's a natural, due to her talent for dance, and excepting her absolute lack of seduction skillz. Grey's never had a boyfriend, and she still possesses her unpunched V-card. 
 One night her club is rented out by Dawson Kellor, a super mega film star, and there is a moment of connection between them. The next day Grey learns that her new internship is to be an assistant to...Dawson Kellor. 
 Afraid her stripper activities will jeopardize her internship, Grey tries to swap projects. But Dawson won't let her go. He's attracted, and can't figure out why Grey doesn't flop at his feet...like pretty much any other woman. Through a few fits and starts, Dawson becomes Grey's sugardaddy--against her wishes. 
 He has this sense that he needs to protect her, and they develop a bond, confessing the horrors of their lives. She soon warms to him. Considerably. There are no euphemisms spared in their sweaty monkeyloving. 
 After this, Grey runs home--Dawson the stealth stalker in tow--and reconnects with her dad. Things are pretty much worked out after that. About 2/3 of the way through the story. There's a later complication when people learn that Grey had been a stripper, but this is handled rather quickly. The final bits of the book wrap up without much strife and with considerable sex--so, if you're into hot scenes for the sake of hot scenes, you are in luck here. 
 I really liked Grey's character. I've know girls like her in my own life--and thought her desire to remain pure was admirable. 
 I kinda felt the relationship with Dawson was rushed. And his stalker-self bordered on creepy, at times. That he could dispatch a potential rapist with no repercussion seemed...extreme. Likewise, I felt the timeframe of the book's end was unrealistic. Movies aren't filmed, edited, released and put on the Academy Awards all within 12 months. So that was kinda off, for me. 
 I've read three of Jasinda's books now, and this is my least fave, but it was still a good read. If you're looking for smut-love, you could seriously do worse than the second half of this book.