Andre
Was there more to life than love? I sure as hell hoped so since love had evaded me so far.
Maybe it was better to stop looking for love and enjoy the scorching hot looks from my small town's newest supposed resident. Living at the local Inn? Not likely.
But who was I to judge?
And who was I to complain when the tempting, stuffy, curvy stunner stared at me from her bedroom window?
I stripped off my shirt and smirked when she realized I caught her watching. Run and hide? I expected that. What I didn't expect was for her to come out and steal my sweaty shirt and pull it over her head.
Then insist I invite her out if I wanted it back.
It was just a shirt, but she was definitely not just a woman. She was secrets and temptation and fascination. And I was not strong enough to resist.
Joelle
He's not the man for me. He's all sweaty and muscled and nothing like the man I was supposed to marry.
The one buried deep in my mother on my wedding day.
What the hell did I know about what I wanted? I spent my entire life listening to my mother. Letting her make decisions for me. What to wear, who to date, my degree, my job, my fiancé.
No more. She betrayed me. I ran away from my own wedding, ignoring their pleas and insults.
I wasn't a small town woman. I wasn't sticking around. But maybe the gardener with the glistening, tempting abs who caught me watching him is exactly the person I need help me figure out who I was.
Was there more to life than love? I sure as hell hoped so since love had evaded me so far.
Maybe it was better to stop looking for love and enjoy the scorching hot looks from my small town's newest supposed resident. Living at the local Inn? Not likely.
But who was I to judge?
And who was I to complain when the tempting, stuffy, curvy stunner stared at me from her bedroom window?
I stripped off my shirt and smirked when she realized I caught her watching. Run and hide? I expected that. What I didn't expect was for her to come out and steal my sweaty shirt and pull it over her head.
Then insist I invite her out if I wanted it back.
It was just a shirt, but she was definitely not just a woman. She was secrets and temptation and fascination. And I was not strong enough to resist.
Joelle
He's not the man for me. He's all sweaty and muscled and nothing like the man I was supposed to marry.
The one buried deep in my mother on my wedding day.
What the hell did I know about what I wanted? I spent my entire life listening to my mother. Letting her make decisions for me. What to wear, who to date, my degree, my job, my fiancé.
No more. She betrayed me. I ran away from my own wedding, ignoring their pleas and insults.
I wasn't a small town woman. I wasn't sticking around. But maybe the gardener with the glistening, tempting abs who caught me watching him is exactly the person I need help me figure out who I was.
Buch (kartoniert)
Trey
My music career was going exactly where I wanted it to. Big contract, big stadiums, and even bigger bank account. I had everything I wanted.
But that contract required something I didn't have. A song that would make all those raving fans dig even deeper into their pockets and throw more than just panties at me.
The only problem was I hadn't been able to write a song in years. There was one guy who could help me, but he was out of the public eye. No one knew where to find him.
But I knew something they didn't know. I knew where his daughter lived.
Sofia
Three months. That was how long he was going to be in my small town. I knew it when we met. But that spark... It had been a long time since I felt a spark like that. An instant connection with someone that made me feel like he really saw me.
Falling for him was as smart as falling into his bed. Even knowing it was temporary, I couldn't resist. He was charming and sweet and wanted to know everything about me. I thought he felt the same way I did.
But he was keeping a secret from me. A secret that brought my past to my present. I'd worked hard to keep the past where it belonged. He betrayed that. And me.
My music career was going exactly where I wanted it to. Big contract, big stadiums, and even bigger bank account. I had everything I wanted.
But that contract required something I didn't have. A song that would make all those raving fans dig even deeper into their pockets and throw more than just panties at me.
The only problem was I hadn't been able to write a song in years. There was one guy who could help me, but he was out of the public eye. No one knew where to find him.
But I knew something they didn't know. I knew where his daughter lived.
Sofia
Three months. That was how long he was going to be in my small town. I knew it when we met. But that spark... It had been a long time since I felt a spark like that. An instant connection with someone that made me feel like he really saw me.
Falling for him was as smart as falling into his bed. Even knowing it was temporary, I couldn't resist. He was charming and sweet and wanted to know everything about me. I thought he felt the same way I did.
But he was keeping a secret from me. A secret that brought my past to my present. I'd worked hard to keep the past where it belonged. He betrayed that. And me.