Cora: When it comes to men, I'd rather not.
In fact, I prefer paints.
Cleaning the Frolicking Moose at night, renting the loft out by day, and sinking into my oils and charcoal drawings are really all I want out of life right now. Simplicity and space. Then Hawk walks in on a snowy night. And suddenly everything is different.
Hawk:
Being a Mercedy isn't a blessing. It's a bloody curse. To the tunes of several billion dollars. Don't get me wrong-I love my job. Sometimes, though, it might be nice to do something . . . different. Enter Cora, for whom the word boring doesn't exist. Not only does she rock my world, but a disaster of world-wide proportions is about to as well. I'm not ready, and neither is my company, nor the world. When it comes right down to it, all that matters is Cora.
This is a clean, contemporary romance with sizzle and spice-but no sex scenes. Guaranteed bantering and happily ever after.