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My life is crazy. But organized. There are lists. There are calendars. Yes, plural. And there are a hundred Post-it notes lining the walls of my office.
But there is order to all of it. There is method to the madness. I know exactly where everything is, what I need to do, and precisely how to do it. My family business has an image we have to convey, and it's my responsibility to bring it to fruition.
Oh, and I, Lucas Montana, also look damn good in a suit.
Then there's Regan. (Insert eye roll.) She's crazy in its purest form. Her clothes make her look like a cross between Stevie Nicks and, I don't know... Bat Girl? She's eccentric. And don't even get me started on the way she runs her business.
We're complete opposites in every way. So then why, after one reckless night with her, do I feel her particular form of crazy might just be the very thing that's been missing in my life? Not to mention it could be the cure for the affliction that had me leaving four women at the altar.
But then, as life tends to do... a curveball comes our way. And even though this particular curveball is self-inflicted, the crazy spins out of control.
Tropes: small town, curvy girl, friends-to-lovers, billionaire
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
My life is crazy. But organized. There are lists. There are calendars. Yes, plural. And there are a hundred Post-it notes lining the walls of my office.
But there is order to all of it. There is method to the madness. I know exactly where everything is, what I need to do, and precisely how to do it. My family business has an image we have to convey, and it's my responsibility to bring it to fruition.
Oh, and I, Lucas Montana, also look damn good in a suit.
Then there's Regan. (Insert eye roll.) She's crazy in its purest form. Her clothes make her look like a cross between Stevie Nicks and, I don't know... Bat Girl? She's eccentric. And don't even get me started on the way she runs her business.
We're complete opposites in every way. So then why, after one reckless night with her, do I feel her particular form of crazy might just be the very thing that's been missing in my life? Not to mention it could be the cure for the affliction that had me leaving four women at the altar.
But then, as life tends to do... a curveball comes our way. And even though this particular curveball is self-inflicted, the crazy spins out of control.
Tropes: small town, curvy girl, friends-to-lovers, billionaire