Maya Summer thought it was supposed to be easy following the dream. Graduate, find a job, take over the world, and live happily ever after in a lovely Toronto penthouse. Not debt and unemployment.
Meanwhile, Connor MacKenzie is living the dream. He’s got the got the penthouse, the massive corporation, and wears the title of The King of Toronto as though he was born to it. But underneath it all, he’s struggling to keep his life together and make it still look easy.
When Connor’s doctor sends him deep into the Canadian Muskokas for much needed R&R, he ends up on Maya’s old cottage veranda. For Maya it’s a dream come true—two weeks to convince hottie Connor that she should be his new right-hand business gal while gaining some much needed income to save the family’s cottage. Only problem? Connor is on a strict no-work diet, and is dodging her flirtatious business advances like a Kung Fu Master.
Will Connor be able to resist a new project presented by Maya and stay on the path to personal recovery? Or will he—despite his best intentions—succumb to her charms both in and out of the boardroom?
This is the second beach reads book in the Summer Sisters contemporary romance series and includes summer love, a little bit of steam, and an alpha male who is seriously no match for the determination of the second born Summer sister.
“How’s the water?”
“Cold.” She wanted to bond with the guy, not swim with him. Swimming was for her. Alone. She didn’t need to worry about him drowning.
“Cold just like you.”
“Yes, but the water warms up in the sun.” She spun on her heel, then, unable to resist, turned and stuck out her tongue.
“You plan to use that tongue?” he asked, stepping forward with a swagger.
Her jaw dropped. Pushing her shock aside, she strutted back to him, exaggerating her hip sway, certain he noticed.
That’s right. Eat up what you can’t have, honey.
She leaned close and he licked his lips, his chest expanding. She whispered, “I do, but I promise you won’t be so lucky to find it used on you.”
He laughed, a rich, deep sound that reverberated through her, making her want to hear it again and again.
“Don’t make promises you might not be able to keep,” he said, lightly touching her shoulder.
She ignored the shivers and the way her body tightened at his touch. “Then I’ll assume you are going to find a way to up your charm.” She flicked a look over her shoulder as she waltzed away. “Considerably.”
Again, that laugh.
“I’ll do my best, Maya.” He leaned against the doorjamb, sipping his coffee. “I’ll do my best.”