★★★★★
Whoever said money can't buy happiness has never sold their worn stockings.
Selling every pair to an anonymous buyer whilst working as a long-haul flight attendant means my lifelong dream is in reach.
A home to call my own.
It's so close I can almost feel that front door key in my hand.
Until a giant ego in an overpriced suit steals that dream.
He's smug, cocky, infuriating.
everything I hate.
I do what I must.
I declare war.
But no one ever truly wins on the battlefield.
There will be casualties.
He believes he has me.
I think I know him.
We are both wrong.
It soon becomes clear that discovering who we are to each other isn't as straightforward as X marks the spot.
★★★★★
This is a standalone steamy romance, which is part of an interconnecting series. (The Men Series.) It is intended for readers aged 18 years and over.
