CARTER WRIGHT was used to being anything but Mr. Right. He wouldn't exactly call himself a street rat, but his life had somehow become a rags-to-riches story-one he'd rather keep to himself. The best part about being a stand-in to some of the wealthiest a-holes in New York? Access. To anything, and anyone, he wanted. And that certainly wasn't little Miss Moneybags, Presley Kincaid. No, he had his sights set on someone even hotter-her stepmother...