One week. No names. No expectations. It’s the perfect plan… Until I learn the true identity of my vacation fling.
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It was supposed to be a typical business trip to Hawaii for the opening of my new bakery.
But that all changes when I meet him.
Sexy. Intriguing. Haunted.
And more than ten years younger than me.
I should walk away. The last thing I need after turning forty is a midlife crisis in the form of an Australian Adonis.
But something keeps drawing me back to him.
So I make a proposition.
One week. No names. No expectations.
It’s the perfect plan…
Until I learn the true identity of my vacation fling.
They say temptation can be dangerous. I didn’t realize it could be so deadly.
Heat Level
🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ - At least two intimate scenes, explicit language with a variety of sexual acts.
Tropes
Vacation fling, Sports Romance, Baseball, Stalker, Single Parent, Protector Hero, Alpha Hero, One Night Stand, Later in life, Age Gap, Dark Romance, He Falls First, Hidden Identity
Look Inside
“It’s my fortieth birthday.”
He turned his gaze to mine. Studying. Scrutinizing. Analyzing. Then he handed me the bottle. “Happy birthday.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m guessing it’s a tough birthday?”
“More…introspective than anything. You’ll know what I’m talking about in… What? Fifteen years or so? I think I’ve been suffering from a lifetime of someday I will syndrome.”
He furrowed his brow. “Someday I will syndrome?”
“Yeah. You’re young, so you probably haven’t suffered its effects yet. It’s when you keep saying someday I’ll do this. Someday I’ll do that. But then you blink and you’re forty, wondering where the last twenty years of your life went.”
I exhaled a breath, then quickly shook my head. “Don’t listen to me. I’m just rambling and feeling relaxed from all the wine I’ve had tonight. I’m not usually much of a drinker. Sorry that you have to deal with the ramifications.”
“I like listening to you. Watching your mouth move,” he crooned, voice low and almost sultry. “And it’s thirteen.”
On a hard swallow, I slowly faced him, my pulse kicking up again. “P-pardon?” I stammered, still focused on him saying he liked watching my mouth. There were so many different directions I could take with that, and I doubted any of them were above reproach.
He leaned toward me, eyes alight with amusement. “The age difference. You’re only thirteen years older than me.”
