Triplet Trouble For The Beauty’s Beast
One entitled heiress. One gruff mechanic. Suddenly, car trouble never looked so good.
My world runs on daddy’s money and designer labels.
Until, that is, my Mercedes breaks down in small-town Illinois, leaving me at the mercy of Mike Thompson—a rough-around-the-edges mechanic who’s six feet of mature masculine perfection.
Two days until the parts arrive.
Two days for him to see past my ice princess façade to the fire underneath as we tangle in the sheets and he shows this Wyoming ran... [Read More...]