Living in a small town was never part of my plan. I was born to live in a big city and take over the publishing world. I've always marched to the beat of my own drum. When my mother told me I was fat and needed to lose weight, I proclaimed that I was perfect just the way I am. I set my sights on the top magazine in New York which was run by men high on testosterone and low on sense. After introducing my knee to the nuts of a man who didn't know how to respect women, I found myself without a job, licking my wounds in a small town and plotting my next move.
That's when I met him, Dane Toro, a man so hot and gorgeous he came with a warning label. I was told to stay away from him, that he had a dark past, and couldn't be trusted. The problem was I'd had a lifetime of doing what people told me not to do. Why would I make an exception for the sexiest man I'd ever seen?
Dane
Perhaps a small town wasn't the best place to hide from my past. When family obligations demanded I stay on Pretty Molly Bay, there were times when I thought I'd lose my mind. Then this sweet curvy distraction walked into my business with the same mistrust in her beautiful eyes as half the town. I was willing to plead my case to her. I soon learned that I would do anything for Camille and that mouth of hers.
