Recommended By Adrian
Recommended By Adrian
An office romance with the perfect amount of angst and heat! Hudson and Stella have the sort of chemistry the blazes off the pages. Their relationship started in the strangest way and it was so fun to watch it bloom into something great. As usual, Vi Keeland brings a few amazing twists that just add to the depth of the story. It's quirky, romantic, sexy and heartbreaking at times, but love and fate always win in the end!
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His eyes dropped to my lips. "You know I'm counting all the times you torture me. Eventually I'll get even." "And how will you do that?" He leaned in and kissed my cheek, then moved his lips to my ear. "With my mouth."
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The first time I met Hudson Rothschild was at a wedding. I’d received an unexpected invitation to one of the swankiest venues in the city.
Hudson was a groomsman and quite possibly the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on. He asked me to dance, and our chemistry was off the charts.
I knew it wasn’t a good idea to get involved with him, considering the wedding I was at. But our connection was intense, and I was having a great time.
Though the fun came to a screeching halt when Hudson figured out I wasn’t who I’d said I was. You see, that unexpected invitation I received? Well, it hadn’t actually been addressed to me—it was sent to my ex-roommate who’d bounced a check for two months’ rent and moved out in the middle of the night. I figured she owed me an expensive night out, but I guess, technically, I was crashing the wedding.
Once caught, I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. As I bolted for the door, I might’ve plucked a few bottles of expensive champagne off the tables I passed, all while the gorgeous, angry groomsman was hot on my tail.
Outside, I jumped into a taxi. My heart ricocheted against my ribs as we drove down the block—but at least I’d escaped unscathed.
Or so I thought.
Until I realized I’d left my cell phone behind at the table.
Take one guess who found it?
This is the crazy story of how Hudson Rothschild and I met. But trust me, it’s only the tip of the iceberg.