I was never into fairy tales...
But discovering a real live princess in my house at three in the morning reminds me of the story of the three bears and some chick who breaks into their pad, eats all their food, and sleeps in their beds.
Just like the one that's in mine right now.
At first, I thought she was dead, but the rise and fall of her chest told me that she was just passed out, probably from the half-empty bottle of Bordeaux I'd been saving for a special occasion. Two grand down the drain, courtesy of Goldi-fucking-locks here, who's not only passed out cold, but she's also naked.
I should walk out right now and let her be... but I can't.
Not when there's something else next to the Bordeaux, something that shouldn't be there.
And it's sitting on top of a note that begins with the words... I'm sorry I failed you...
After a devastating personal loss, transplant surgeon Harlow James finds herself without family and friends… and barely a career. So she trades the bright lights of Manhattan for the open road and ends up at the Pearl, a sustainable home outside of Taos, New Mexico where she hopes to find out where she went wrong… or simply end it all.
But when the home’s owner arrives sooner than expected, Harlow finds herself with the perfect distraction. For master carpenter Dax Drexel is everything she never thought she’d want in a man—he’s gorgeous, cocky, and way too young. Soon, she’ll learn that everything she thought she wanted—her high-profile marriage and career, and even that coveted house in the Hamptons—weren’t exactly what she needed.
But in a world where appearances can be everything, can falling for a man 13 years her junior be the best thing for Harlow? Or is it another big mistake in a life that’s already broken?