She’s just a girl next door and a pastry chef. Opposites attract, true, but why would a sexy billionaire ever want more than one steamy night with her?
Marriage and relationships aren’t for me.
I have no desire to revisit my failures. Now I work hard and play hard–period.
Until suddenly there she is. Sexy. Unexpected. Sweet. Unforgettable.
One unprecedented night with her only whets my appetite for more.
She’s been burned before, which makes her suspicious of me. Doesn’t think she’s good enough, that I’d prefer someone more… society.
If only she knew how uninterested I am in other women since I first laid eyes on her.
And I hope she never knows the things I think about when I look at her now.
Fairy tales endings are meant for children’s books. I know that.
But I write my own stories…
"No one does fairytales quite like Ava Ryan.” --Isha C., Hopeless Romantic