I’m Karli Brighton, reigning Queen of Epic Screw-Ups. With twelve med school rejection letters burning a hole in my back pocket, I’m back in my quirky hometown for the summer. Grumpy and shame-faced, I’m not exactly in the mood to make new friends.
Having a wild one-night stand with the charming pretty boy I meet at a local bar to feel better about myself? Probably not the smartest idea. But in the morning when I crawl out of his sweaty motel sheets, I take comfort in knowing that I’ll never see the gorgeous stranger again.
Until he strolls into my family home one hour later.
Suitcases in hand. Shock painted on his perfect face.
Gasoline, meet Dumpster Fire. Ka-boom!!
The mystery man is my brother’s best friend. He just moved to town to help out with my family’s medical clinic.
And now, Dr. Walks-Around-In-His-Bath-Towel is off-limits to me. But now, he’s staying in the bedroom across the hallway.
Just my luck.
Mason and I are at a stalemate.
I need a place to lick my wounds while I figure out my next move.
He needs a roof over his head while he builds a new life for himself.
We each have so much to lose. Especially if my brother discovers our secret.
So we both promise to keep our hands to ourselves.
Lines are drawn in the sand. House rules are signed in ink.
The bathroom schedule is sealed with a handshake.
This won’t be so bad. Right…? Maybe…?
But then our ‘snarky banter’ leads to ‘heated kisses’ leads to ‘more’…Yikes. We’re headed for disaster.