I hate Valentine’s Day.
I know that sounds cliché. What millions of single women say to get through the tough day with a little dignity, but they don’t really hate it. They hate that they’re single. They don’t hate the actual day.
Well, I do.
I hate it, hate it, freaking wish it would die a slow painful death hate it.
I hate it the way turkeys hate Thanksgiving, the way Santa’s elves hate Christmas, the way bartenders hate Saint Patrick’s Day.
You see, my family owns a flower shop. So, Valentine’s Day has always been hell.
But once I catch sight of Mr. London during a delivery, my hellish day turns to heaven.
Because billionaire CEO Joseph London is a man in a god’s body.
He’s out of this world.
And once we see each other, we’re going to exchange more than just cards and roses.
We’re going to give each other our hearts.
You won’t need chocolate after reading this sweet and steamy book! You might need a cold shower though!
SAFE, no cheating, and of course a sugary sweet Valentine’s Day worthy HEA. Enjoy!