En cours de chargement...
Small towns and second chances go together, like beach kisses and high school exes. Whoever said forty was the new thirty was drunk. And as if fresh starts at my age weren't hard enough, my old flame is now my hot new client. Awkward. Ryker West: Seashell Cove's wealthy, smoldering, borderline grumpy silver fox--and also my brooding, borderline arrogant ex. Me: Meg Daniels, twice-divorced empty nester turned photographer starting over.
Again. My mission: Shoot his posh gala. Quick snaps, no rehashing our past. We're professionals, right? Wrong. Nothing's ever simple with Ryker. Every snarky comeback and heated glance feels like high school all over again. Except, maybe a better wardrobe? Behind my camera, I'm supposed to be invisible, but with Ryker, I'm squirming under his too knowing gaze. Before I know it, we're both blurring lines we swore we'd never cross again.
He's the guy with his heart under lock, I'm the girl who lost the key. And I'm not sure either of us is ready to find it. This is a standalone, later-in-life, sweet with heat, winter beachside tale with all the feels and a sticky, sugary, satisfying HEA you'll never get over. You've been warned.