She’s looking for Mr. Right. I can offer her Mr. Right Now. That’s my specialty.

He’s my best friend’s older brother.
He was also my teenage crush and completely out of reach.
But we had our secrets—moments that nobody knew about.
I’d tucked them away in a safe place, and that’s where I’d planned to keep them.
He’d moved to the city, and I’d moved on.
But now he was back in Honey Mountain for a few weeks.
And he’d found endless reasons to spend time with me.
What started out as rekindling our friendship turned into a different kind of… stroking the fire.
No pun intended.
It was temporary.
Just another secret that we’d keep between us.
Ledger Dane came with an expiration date.
He’d always been one foot out the door.
Why would this time be any different?

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𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙚𝙭-𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮?

𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡.

𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚…

Crew Taylor is the picture of perfection, if gruff, grumpy, and prone to throw a punch is your type. Clearly, it’s mine or I wouldn’t be begging him to bite the bullet and claim my virginity as his own. 

Sure, he’s a bit of a caveman, broody and bossy and oh so naughty, but that’s sort of the point. 
He’s experienced, his heated hazel eyes promising sinful skills in seduction, and I want him to teach me all he knows. 

Lesson by lesson. 
Night after night. 

The problem? 

He says he won’t allow me in his bed … but I wonder what it would take to get him to play in mine a bit?

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​This summer was supposed to be an escape from the city and the demons lurking within it. Too bad the minute I arrive at the beach house I'm sharing with friends, the guy I swore I'd never talk to again in my life walks through the door.

Now I'm not only stuck hiding out from an ex who won't leave me alone, but with someone who screwed me over before he could even be considered an ex.

That's right, two years ago Campbell Whitlock double booked me on our fourth date. As in, had a girl show up to the table where he was feeding me off his own fork and barely disguising it as foreplay. Meanwhile, my head and heart had been completely on board to make our relationship more serious.

But a leggy blonde foiled that plan, and I've hated him on sight since. The ex-Marine turned millionaire restauranteur didn't even have the decency to follow me with an apology as I ran out of his own establishment.

It's just my luck that I'm forced to room right next door to my nemesis, who couldn't be acting more like a saint if he tried. And then the impossible happens; my ex hunts me down to deliver loaded threats and the fear I thought I'd left behind in Manhattan. Who is the only person to witness it? Campbell, of course.