As a single mom of two, my me-time is sacred. Especially when I volunteer to help my best friend plan her wedding in her small-town. I guess it’s a good thing that my guilty pleasures involve staying up late to devour all the love stories I can. I don’t have time for real life romance. And the idea of there being a Mr. Right for me is purely fictional. Proof of there being no hope for my love life? My neighbor for the playboy Jagger Brooks. He may be on par with the sexiest of my literary lovers, but his cocky attitude makes me want to DNF. Until I get a glimpse of the real him. He may be all broody playboy on the outside, but the inside is a cinnamon roll to rival any of my favorite book boyfriends. And for once I experience the type of spicy scene I’ve only ever read about. But no matter how appealing it would be to give love a real chance, I’m only here for the summer, I can’t get attached. Too bad my heart didn’t get the memo. Falling for the hottie next door when he’s got secrets of his own? Maybe our HEA wasn’t meant to be.
Author
Breanna Lynn writes all about swoony heroes and the resilient heroines who bring them to their knees. Her stories are full of love, laughter and, of course, happily ever after. A classy connoisseur of all things coffee, Breanna lives in Colorado with her two sets of twins (affectionately referred to as the Twinx) and spends the majority of her time preventing their attempts to take over the world. When not running after her kids, their two dogs, or two kittens, Breanna can be found binge reading, listening to music, and crafting her next heartwarming romance while also on the lookout for her next caffeine fix. Follow Breanna on social media or subscribe to her newsletter for her latest book news, caffeine inspired ramblings, or tales of Twinx Tasmania by clicking here: https://linktr.ee/authorbreannalynn
