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A Darcy-obsessed romance writer.
A shamelessly shirtless hockey bad boy with a smile that should be illegal.
The one thing Jane Austen didn’t prepare her for? Him.
Emmy: I’ve lived by the motto What would Jane Austen do? And where has it gotten me? To career-crippling plot paralysis and a looming deadline. So, with nothing left to lose, I flip the script by creating a What wouldn’t Jane Austen do? list in the hope that it will reignite my muse. The problem? Joshua Noble, my ridiculously sexy Wickham next door, has made it his personal mission to help me complete my list. McHotAbs isn’t a distraction. He’s temptation. And he sees through every defense I throw his way. Suddenly, my rules become negotiable.
Josh: I’m known for anticipating plays and dismantling my opponents, yet none of it has prepared me for Emmy Woods, my smart, stubborn, hot as hell neighbor with eight freckles, one dimple, and an I don’t care that you’re rich and famous attitude. Somewhere between her first sarcastic verbal strike and rescuing her from the Atlantic, I’ve fallen. Hard. Concerning? Yeah. Because I’ve built walls for a reason. Every instinct tells me to protect my heart. Instead, all I want to do is kiss her. Which is either the worst game plan I’ve ever devised or the only one worth following. Who knew Emmy would be the only win that truly matters?
Genre: Romance
A shamelessly shirtless hockey bad boy with a smile that should be illegal.
The one thing Jane Austen didn’t prepare her for? Him.
Emmy: I’ve lived by the motto What would Jane Austen do? And where has it gotten me? To career-crippling plot paralysis and a looming deadline. So, with nothing left to lose, I flip the script by creating a What wouldn’t Jane Austen do? list in the hope that it will reignite my muse. The problem? Joshua Noble, my ridiculously sexy Wickham next door, has made it his personal mission to help me complete my list. McHotAbs isn’t a distraction. He’s temptation. And he sees through every defense I throw his way. Suddenly, my rules become negotiable.
Josh: I’m known for anticipating plays and dismantling my opponents, yet none of it has prepared me for Emmy Woods, my smart, stubborn, hot as hell neighbor with eight freckles, one dimple, and an I don’t care that you’re rich and famous attitude. Somewhere between her first sarcastic verbal strike and rescuing her from the Atlantic, I’ve fallen. Hard. Concerning? Yeah. Because I’ve built walls for a reason. Every instinct tells me to protect my heart. Instead, all I want to do is kiss her. Which is either the worst game plan I’ve ever devised or the only one worth following. Who knew Emmy would be the only win that truly matters?
Genre: Romance
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