Evig Roses Volume 01: Escort must be learned

My name is Emma, and I want to become a rose. At first, it sounds like a spiritual self-discovery journey, but I have other motives. There’s this hefty bill that I stuffed into the couch cushions, and my ridiculous little brother's future depends on it. Plus, I had sex with a guy in a bee sweater. That doesn’t necessarily matter, but I like to mention it in case someone thinks I’m one of those innocent girls who stumble into the feet of a dominant guy in erotic novels and then realize they enjoy being taken. Nope. I mean: Yes! But I had flirtatious tendencies long before I knocked on the door of the most intimidating man in the world. His name is Vincent, and he runs an escort agency called Evig Roses. No one must find out that I’m trying to become part of his wicked exclusive world.