
Part of Series
Rerelease. Same instalove story, different cover. Two potential soulmates. One misunderstanding. Twelve years of war. Emiliano I loved Caris Vaughn from the moment I saw her. Senior year of high school, I vowed to make her mine on Valentine’s day. Armed with a note that bared my soul, I ordered her a dozen red roses to be sent to her during our class. When she rejected me, it cut as deep as the thorns on the roses she threw at me. I swore that my former love would be my new enemy. I don’t care that seeing her after over a decade still has the power to rev up my heart. I don’t care that she’s sexier. I don’t care that she looks damn good in the lingerie she sells. I still hate her…I think. Caris I used to want Emiliano, but when he sent me the meanest note I’d ever received, I prayed he would go away forever. Twelve years later, my desire to expand my lingerie company has brought him back into my life. Now, the man I hate the most is also the one I need, professionally. His verbal jabs cut deep, so it doesn’t matter that his light-brown eyes still haunt me. His lips dare me to kiss them, and his body makes me melt. I will not Fall for Emiliano Morin, right? When their heated arguments ignite their latent desires, they decide that there’s only one way to move on from the past. Hate sex.
Author

Francesca Penn lives in Texas with her husband and son. While obtaining her Technical Writing degree, a creative writing course and play-writing elective reawakened her desire to create stories. Her brain lives in fiction; even the songs she listens to become music videos in her head. When she is not writing, she can be found hounding her loved ones with multiple "What-if" scenarios. As a true closet romantic, she is prone to filling up her DVR with Hallmark movies. A friend once told her that she'd trained the whole 20 plus years she'd known her to write romance since her nose was always in a love story. Francesca believes that love is colorblind and plans to provide a mix of couples of different races and ethnicities because - to her - men are like Skittles, and we all know their motto.