Anne Marie Walters was a creative director for a major international media firm and after a dismal three-year stint of online dating, swore off men. Dumped at the altar by her childhood sweetheart a decade prior because he couldn’t fake attraction to the overweight woman she’d become, she had a long and painful trend of becoming attracted to the wrong kind of man— ones that were interested in only other men. Despite her best efforts, she was stuck in her familiar loop, immediately attracted to her new intern, Jack, whose Adonis good looks could mean only one thing. The man was gay.
Jackson Cooper had a lot to prove and not a lot of time to do it. After serving in the Navy for four years and then spending another 5 years getting his BA in Art and Business, at twenty-eight, he was a bit long in the tooth to be an intern. However, he was determined to do more with his life than run his father’s old garage in the middle of nowhere, Texas. He was equally determined to put his bad boy ways behind him— no longer luring women to bed with his pretty face and then leaving them before the sun dared to rise. He’d concentrate on his work, rise through the ranks through hard work, and then find a nice girl to settle down with. The problem was, his new boss looked like sin in heels, had “do not touch” signs all over her, and was completely uninterested in him— which the devil on his shoulder just couldn’t tolerate.
When the truth was revealed, they started a secret love affair that, if found out, would end Anne’s career. With a relationship that could only end in heartache or disaster, they blindly followed their passions, unable to resist the pull that drew them together.
Warning: This book discusses past deaths, cancer, body image issues, unsolicited touching, and mentions postpartum depression. Reader discretion is advised.
This is an adult, stand-alone, contemporary romance featuring a big, beautiful woman and a sexy man that can't get enough of her. Only pick up this book if you're ready to laugh, shed a few tears, and possibly steam up your glasses.
Anne Marie Walters was a creative director for a major international media firm and after a dismal three-year stint of online dating, swore off men. Dumped at the altar by her childhood sweetheart a decade prior because he couldn’t fake attraction to the overweight woman she’d become, she had a long and painful trend of becoming attracted to the wrong kind of man— ones that were interested in only other men. Despite her best efforts, she was stuck in her familiar loop, immediately attracted to her new intern, Jack, whose Adonis good looks could mean only one thing. The man was gay.
Jackson Cooper had a lot to prove and not a lot of time to do it. After serving in the Navy for four years and then spending another 5 years getting his BA in Art and Business, at twenty-eight, he was a bit long in the tooth to be an intern. However, he was determined to do more with his life than run his father’s old garage in the middle of nowhere, Texas. He was equally determined to put his bad boy ways behind him— no longer luring women to bed with his pretty face and then leaving them before the sun dared to rise. He’d concentrate on his work, rise through the ranks through hard work, and then find a nice girl to settle down with. The problem was, his new boss looked like sin in heels, had “do not touch” signs all over her, and was completely uninterested in him— which the devil on his shoulder just couldn’t tolerate.
When the truth was revealed, they started a secret love affair that, if found out, would end Anne’s career. With a relationship that could only end in heartache or disaster, they blindly followed their passions, unable to resist the pull that drew them together.
Warning: This book discusses past deaths, cancer, body image issues, unsolicited touching, and mentions postpartum depression. Reader discretion is advised.
This is an adult, stand-alone, contemporary romance featuring a big, beautiful woman and a sexy man that can't get enough of her. Only pick up this book if you're ready to laugh, shed a few tears, and possibly steam up your glasses.