She'd sworn off men for good. That was the plan, until a man on a motorcycle looked at her like she was worth putting every broken piece back into place.
Rose
I swore off men after I found out what my ex was doing in our bed while I was out working my ass off.
Trust? Gone.
My heart? On lockdown.
The last thing I want is to feel anything for anyone and especially not a man who looks at me like Philippe does.
Like I'm the only woman in the room.
Like he'd wait forever if I asked.
He tells me he loves me before I have the sense to stop him, and heaven help me,
I believe him.
Maybe it's the motorcycle rides.
Perhaps it's the way his hands feel like they were made for me.
More likely it's the way he keeps showing up, steady and sure, even when I'm running scared. I don't know what this is… but I want more of it.
Philippe
The moment I see her, I'm done.
Red hair.
Smoke-gray eyes that glow warm when she forgets to guard them.
A woman who's been burned badly and built a wall so high most men wouldn't bother.
I'm not most men.
Rose thinks she's too broken, too wary, too much to let herself be loved again.
She's wrong. I see exactly who she is and I want every single piece of her.
I don't care about age.
I don't care about the ex who didn't deserve her or the time it takes to earn her trust back.
She saw me and tried to walk away.
I saw her and knew I'd never want anyone else.
If you love:
~age gap heat that burns slow then all at once
~he falls first, she fights it hardest
~a younger man who doesn't take no for an answer
~motorcycle rides and tender moments
~a wounded woman learning to trust again
~instalove with real emotional stakes
No cheating. No cliffhangers. Just a brokenhearted woman, a man who refuses to quit, and enough chemistry to set the whole road on fire.
Genre: Romance
Rose
I swore off men after I found out what my ex was doing in our bed while I was out working my ass off.
Trust? Gone.
My heart? On lockdown.
The last thing I want is to feel anything for anyone and especially not a man who looks at me like Philippe does.
Like I'm the only woman in the room.
Like he'd wait forever if I asked.
He tells me he loves me before I have the sense to stop him, and heaven help me,
I believe him.
Maybe it's the motorcycle rides.
Perhaps it's the way his hands feel like they were made for me.
More likely it's the way he keeps showing up, steady and sure, even when I'm running scared. I don't know what this is… but I want more of it.
Philippe
The moment I see her, I'm done.
Red hair.
Smoke-gray eyes that glow warm when she forgets to guard them.
A woman who's been burned badly and built a wall so high most men wouldn't bother.
I'm not most men.
Rose thinks she's too broken, too wary, too much to let herself be loved again.
She's wrong. I see exactly who she is and I want every single piece of her.
I don't care about age.
I don't care about the ex who didn't deserve her or the time it takes to earn her trust back.
She saw me and tried to walk away.
I saw her and knew I'd never want anyone else.
If you love:
~age gap heat that burns slow then all at once
~he falls first, she fights it hardest
~a younger man who doesn't take no for an answer
~motorcycle rides and tender moments
~a wounded woman learning to trust again
~instalove with real emotional stakes
No cheating. No cliffhangers. Just a brokenhearted woman, a man who refuses to quit, and enough chemistry to set the whole road on fire.
Genre: Romance