I wasn't supposed to fall for the rebel heir, especially when he made it clear he didn’t want to cross the line with me.Īs the temperature turned cooler, the nights became hotter. I never expected that the two of us, seemingly opposites from the outside, would grow so close. That was sort of how it all started with Rush.Īnd then little by little, some of the walls of this hardass man started to come down. Until one night when he demanded I get in his car so he could drive me home because he didn’t want me walking in the dark. I should add-especially when the guy is your sexy, tattooed God of a boss.Įspecially when he not only owns your place of employment but inherited half of the town. A guy you can’t have when you’ll be leaving at the end of the season. How to screw up a great summer in the Hamptons:įall for the one guy with a dark leather jacket, scruff on his face, and intense eyes that doesn’t fit in with the rest of the tony looking crowd. How to kick off a great summer in the Hamptons: In the months that passed, I thought about Donovan often.From New York Times Bestselling authors Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward, comes the first book in a new, sexy duet.

My life was too complicated for such a great guy. I waited until he was in the shower, then ghosted him. So what did I do to repay him for his kindness? He was also funny, smart, and surprisingly down to earth for a man who wore seven-hundred-dollar shoes.ĭid I mention he also did my laundry while I slept? Definitely too good to be true. Donovan wasn’t just handsome with a panty-dropping voice. He got me to admit that I’d snooped in his bag and then convinced me to make it up to him by letting him buy me coffee.Ĭoffee led to dinner, dinner led to dessert, and dessert led to spending an entire weekend together. The man holding my luggage was absolutely gorgeous, and we had an immediate spark. Turned out, it wasn’t just his voice that was sexy. You see, I’d gone away for a few days, and in my haste to get out of the airport, I’d grabbed the wrong suitcase.Īfter checking out the expensive footwear and tailored clothes, I dialed the number on the luggage tag hoping maybe Mister Big Spender might have my bag.Ī deep, velvety voice answered, and as luck would have it, he had my suitcase, too.ĭonovan and I met at a coffee shop to do the exchange. Before I even met Donovan Decker, I knew his shoe size.

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