“What would you say if some rich recluse swooped in and convinced someone you cared about to give up their apartment and job seemingly overnight, for a deal that sounds way too good to be true? Sounds super shady, right? Anyone who’s read Bluebeard knows how that little saga ends.”
Grant Harcourt has it all going for him. The money, the swagger, the big house on the hill…and scar tissue covering 25% of his body. He’s spent years trying to claw his way back from a life-altering trauma, and the unstoppable force of nature that just dropped into his lap is the first person to make him look up from his own misfortune. He offers Enola a once-in-a-lifetime chance to escape her minimum wage existence. All she has to do is put up with him, and make the occasional grilled cheese sandwich.
Surrounded on all sides by street politics and a cast of benevolent outlaws, scrappy street artist Enola is quick to accept when Grant extends the invitation. Two tiny problems: She’s really starting to like the guy, and just when she feels safe enough to open her carefully guarded heart, a deadly secret from her past resurfaces, threatening their fragile peace.
Grant’s note is wonderful!
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Nola –
It’s late, and I’m trying to type this quietly. I’ve never told you this before, but I love the way you breathe. Just the sound of you sleeping next to me in our bed, being able to feel your warmth and inhale the scent of you hair, makes every night feel like a gift.
I’m telling you this now because you’re probably going to be pissed at me tomorrow. I know you said Valentine’s Day was a bullshit holiday and people shouldn’t save all their gestures for one day a year, but I got you something anyway. You like to play it tough, but I’m looking forward to hearing that sweet, husky hitch in your voice when I tell you I’m taking you to Florence for a month.
You ruin me, Nola. You’re the most wonderful, exasperating, fearless person I’ve ever known, and I never imagined that I’d find someone who challenges me the way you do. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to stop typing and make a little noise. Maybe if I wake you up, you’ll let me taste you again.
– Grant
Born and raised in New England, Rowan is currently leading a semi-nomadic existence in the company of her aggressively affectionate hound dog Filburt and a hardy Finnish sourdough starter. She enjoys solo travel, rescue animals, men, and carbs.
