Description
Hes a giant of a man who grunts for words and barks out orders yet circumstances require I be his fake girlfriend and spend the weekend with him in an isolated cabin
And of course theres only one bed Just my luck
But I need this commission check that only Boston can guarantee me So I hike up the mountain til I cant feel my legs eat questionable canned beans for sustenance and vow to simply ignore him for two days What I didnt count on was a freak blizzard to lock us in the cabin for a bit longer I also didnt expect to discover that beneath all those muscles and long hair and smoldery looks Boston has a soft heart and a sad past that makes me itch to fix it
And of course we have to snuggle to preserve body heat My luck is turning
We find moreahemcreative ways to pass the time and holy snowstorm is Boston creative We both know this charade ends when we get off the mountain so we use our time together wisely
Turns out theres one final twist hes my best friends estranged brother Yep my luck has officially run out
Contains mature themes
Reviews
There are no reviews yet.