Thirty-six, and somehow I'd become the supporting character in everyone else's love story.
I never left my village in England except for university. Never took the risk. Then one phone call from New York and one piece of news I couldn't outrun sent me across an ocean for a three-month trial at Hotel on Ninth Street. And my one shot at finally starring in my own life.
I lasted exactly six minutes before a gorgeous, glowering stranger slammed into me, drenched my shirt in coffee, and stalked off without so much as sorry.
Of course Deacon Black is the hotel's most important guest.
Of course he's there every week.
And of course he's a fiercely protective single dad whose entire life is built around never letting anything — or anyone — shake his daughter's world.
I'm leaving in three months. He doesn't do temporary. Falling for him is the worst possible use of my brand-new fresh start.
So why does it feel like walking away is the biggest risk of all?
A standalone, spicy, single dad, billionaire romance.
Aurora and Deacon were a lot of fun. Deacon is a dedicated single dad with ideas on how life should work and what he needs to do in order to be a parent to his daughter, even if this means sacrificing the things he wants.
Aurora is trying to find a way to live a different life than the one she has been living, and moving to New York City temporarily feels like the best way to do this. And, it is. But it's also a lot more than she bargained for.
This story, at it's core, is about people who are trying to live life on their own terms, but realizing that opening up to new things and new ideas means you find things you weren't expecting. Add in that he is a billionaire, and hot, and their attraction to one another is steamy and perfect, and this is an enjoyable addition to one of my favorite tropes.
