Nolan: Karma may be a b*tch, but fate is a goddess. And my fate is a tasty little brunette with curves for days, who was wearing one of the dresses I designed a few seasons ago. At thirty-four, I'm one of the top fashion designers in the industry. But lately, I've been feeling restless. Unsatisfied. Like something's missing. Something like the voluptuous woman I met by chance at the park the other day. She's too young for me, too innocent. And yet... One look in her warm, curious, eyes and I'm a goner. My honeybee isn't used to being taken care of, so I'll have to go slow. But make no mistake, she's mine forever.
Wilow: I didn't even know who he was! The tall, chiseled, stupidly handsome man who complimented my dress at the park was Nolan freaking Blackwell. And apparently, I was wearing one of his dresses. I found it at a thrift store, which I told him. Because I'm an idiot who has no filter. I have no idea what someone as rich, handsome, and powerful as Nolan would want with me, but he's relentless in his pursual. I'm chubby nobody, about to be evicted, and loaded with abandonment issues to boot. Oh, and my only friend is a cat named Fluffles. So, yeah. I'm quite a catch. If he doesn't stop being so sweet and protective of me, I'm gonna fall for him. Hard. I don't know if I could survive someone like Nolan Blackwell...
What to expect from a Cameron Hart book: Lots of heat, plenty of sweet, and just enough drama to keep things interesting. No cheating, safe, guaranteed HEA!
