No Strings Attached meets Me Before You in SOMETHING BORROWED, SOMETHING YOU, a slow-burn, swoony romance from #1 New York Times bestseller Vi Keeland.
My relationship with Hunter Delucia started backwards.
We met at a wedding—him sitting on the groom’s side, me sitting on the bride’s. Stealing glances at each other throughout the night, there was no denying an intense, mutual attraction.
He suggested we explore the chemistry sparking between us. His blunt, dirty mouth should’ve turned me off. But for some crazy reason, it had the opposite effect on me.
We ended up back in my hotel room. The next morning, I flew home leaving him behind in California with the wrong number.
I thought about him often, but after my last relationship, I’d sworn off of charming, cocky, gorgeous-as-sin men. A year later, Hunter and I met again. Our attraction hadn't dulled one bit. This time, he demanded a real phone number. So I left him with my mother’s. She could scare away any man with her talks of babies and marriage
But the following week he rang the bell at Mom’s house for Sunday night dinner. The crazy, gorgeous man had won over my mother and taken an eight-week assignment in my city. He proposed we spend that time screwing each other out of our systems.
Eight weeks of mind-blowing sex with no strings attached?
It was just sex, not love.
But you know what they say about the best laid plans…
Formerly published in a different form under the title Sex, Not Love in 2017.
At the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied.
Genre: Romance
My relationship with Hunter Delucia started backwards.
We met at a wedding—him sitting on the groom’s side, me sitting on the bride’s. Stealing glances at each other throughout the night, there was no denying an intense, mutual attraction.
He suggested we explore the chemistry sparking between us. His blunt, dirty mouth should’ve turned me off. But for some crazy reason, it had the opposite effect on me.
We ended up back in my hotel room. The next morning, I flew home leaving him behind in California with the wrong number.
I thought about him often, but after my last relationship, I’d sworn off of charming, cocky, gorgeous-as-sin men. A year later, Hunter and I met again. Our attraction hadn't dulled one bit. This time, he demanded a real phone number. So I left him with my mother’s. She could scare away any man with her talks of babies and marriage
But the following week he rang the bell at Mom’s house for Sunday night dinner. The crazy, gorgeous man had won over my mother and taken an eight-week assignment in my city. He proposed we spend that time screwing each other out of our systems.
Eight weeks of mind-blowing sex with no strings attached?
It was just sex, not love.
But you know what they say about the best laid plans…
Formerly published in a different form under the title Sex, Not Love in 2017.
At the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied.
Genre: Romance
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