I came to Cala Sirena with three suitcases, a broken heart, and a café I inherited from an aunt I barely knew.
I didn't come for him.
He's all scars and silence and leather — the kind of man who parks his motorcycle across my door and tells me, flatly, to go home. This coast isn't for sunny girls like me, he says. Bright things don't last here.
Too bad. I climbed four hundred steps to start over, and I'm done folding for men who want me gone.
But someone wants my little café dark and empty. And the only thing standing between me and the danger is the grumpy giant next door — the one who fixes what breaks without a word, who looks at me like I'm the sunrise, who's hiding a grief as deep as the sea.
I should be terrified of him.
So why does being close to him feel like the only place I'm safe?
Genre: Romantic Suspense
I didn't come for him.
He's all scars and silence and leather — the kind of man who parks his motorcycle across my door and tells me, flatly, to go home. This coast isn't for sunny girls like me, he says. Bright things don't last here.
Too bad. I climbed four hundred steps to start over, and I'm done folding for men who want me gone.
But someone wants my little café dark and empty. And the only thing standing between me and the danger is the grumpy giant next door — the one who fixes what breaks without a word, who looks at me like I'm the sunrise, who's hiding a grief as deep as the sea.
I should be terrified of him.
So why does being close to him feel like the only place I'm safe?
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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