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The first time I met Max Yearwood was on a blind date.
Max was insanely gorgeous, funny, and our chemistry was off the charts. He also had the biggest dimples I'd ever laid eyes on.
Exactly what I needed after my breakup.
Or so I thought...
Until my real date arrived.
Turned out, Max wasn't who I was there to meet. He only pretended to be until my real date showed up.
To say I was disappointed would be an understatement.
Before he left, he slipped me a ticket to a hockey game a few blocks away, in case things didn't work out on my actual date.
I tossed the ticket into my purse and went about trying to enjoy the man I was supposed to meet.
But my real blind date and I had no connection.
So on my way home, I decided to take a chance and stop by the game.
When I arrived, the seat next to me was empty.
Disappointed again, I decided to leave at the end of the period.
Just before the buzzer, one of the teams scored, and the entire arena went crazy.
A player's face flashed up on the Jumbotron. He was wearing a helmet, but I froze when he smiled.
You guessed it: Dimples.
Apparently, my fake blind date hadn't invited me to watch hockey with him, he'd invited me to watch him play.
And so began my adventure with Max Yearwood.
He was everything I needed at the time-fun, sexy, up for anything, and only around for a few months since he'd signed with a new team three-thousand miles away.
Max proposed we spend the summer helping me forget my ex. It sounded like a good plan. Things couldn't get too serious when we had an expiration date. Right?
Though, you know what they say about the best-laid plans.
Max was insanely gorgeous, funny, and our chemistry was off the charts. He also had the biggest dimples I'd ever laid eyes on.
Exactly what I needed after my breakup.
Or so I thought...
Until my real date arrived.
Turned out, Max wasn't who I was there to meet. He only pretended to be until my real date showed up.
To say I was disappointed would be an understatement.
Before he left, he slipped me a ticket to a hockey game a few blocks away, in case things didn't work out on my actual date.
I tossed the ticket into my purse and went about trying to enjoy the man I was supposed to meet.
But my real blind date and I had no connection.
So on my way home, I decided to take a chance and stop by the game.
When I arrived, the seat next to me was empty.
Disappointed again, I decided to leave at the end of the period.
Just before the buzzer, one of the teams scored, and the entire arena went crazy.
A player's face flashed up on the Jumbotron. He was wearing a helmet, but I froze when he smiled.
You guessed it: Dimples.
Apparently, my fake blind date hadn't invited me to watch hockey with him, he'd invited me to watch him play.
And so began my adventure with Max Yearwood.
He was everything I needed at the time-fun, sexy, up for anything, and only around for a few months since he'd signed with a new team three-thousand miles away.
Max proposed we spend the summer helping me forget my ex. It sounded like a good plan. Things couldn't get too serious when we had an expiration date. Right?
Though, you know what they say about the best-laid plans.
The first time I met Max Yearwood was on a blind date.
Max was insanely gorgeous, funny, and our chemistry was off the charts. He also had the biggest dimples I'd ever laid eyes on.
Exactly what I needed after my breakup.
Or so I thought...
Until my real date arrived.
Turned out, Max wasn't who I was there to meet. He only pretended to be until my real date showed up.
To say I was disappointed would be an understatement.
Before he left, he slipped me a ticket to a hockey game a few blocks away, in case things didn't work out on my actual date.
I tossed the ticket into my purse and went about trying to enjoy the man I was supposed to meet.
But my real blind date and I had no connection.
So on my way home, I decided to take a chance and stop by the game.
When I arrived, the seat next to me was empty.
Disappointed again, I decided to leave at the end of the period.
Just before the buzzer, one of the teams scored, and the entire arena went crazy.
A player's face flashed up on the Jumbotron. He was wearing a helmet, but I froze when he smiled.
You guessed it: Dimples.
Apparently, my fake blind date hadn't invited me to watch hockey with him, he'd invited me to watch him play.
And so began my adventure with Max Yearwood.
He was everything I needed at the time-fun, sexy, up for anything, and only around for a few months since he'd signed with a new team three-thousand miles away.
Max proposed we spend the summer helping me forget my ex. It sounded like a good plan. Things couldn't get too serious when we had an expiration date. Right?
Though, you know what they say about the best-laid plans.
Max was insanely gorgeous, funny, and our chemistry was off the charts. He also had the biggest dimples I'd ever laid eyes on.
Exactly what I needed after my breakup.
Or so I thought...
Until my real date arrived.
Turned out, Max wasn't who I was there to meet. He only pretended to be until my real date showed up.
To say I was disappointed would be an understatement.
Before he left, he slipped me a ticket to a hockey game a few blocks away, in case things didn't work out on my actual date.
I tossed the ticket into my purse and went about trying to enjoy the man I was supposed to meet.
But my real blind date and I had no connection.
So on my way home, I decided to take a chance and stop by the game.
When I arrived, the seat next to me was empty.
Disappointed again, I decided to leave at the end of the period.
Just before the buzzer, one of the teams scored, and the entire arena went crazy.
A player's face flashed up on the Jumbotron. He was wearing a helmet, but I froze when he smiled.
You guessed it: Dimples.
Apparently, my fake blind date hadn't invited me to watch hockey with him, he'd invited me to watch him play.
And so began my adventure with Max Yearwood.
He was everything I needed at the time-fun, sexy, up for anything, and only around for a few months since he'd signed with a new team three-thousand miles away.
Max proposed we spend the summer helping me forget my ex. It sounded like a good plan. Things couldn't get too serious when we had an expiration date. Right?
Though, you know what they say about the best-laid plans.
Details
Erscheinungsjahr: | 2022 |
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Genre: | Importe, Romane & Erzählungen |
Rubrik: | Belletristik |
Medium: | Taschenbuch |
ISBN-13: | 9781951045630 |
ISBN-10: | 1951045637 |
Sprache: | Englisch |
Einband: | Kartoniert / Broschiert |
Autor: | Keeland, Vi |
Hersteller: | C. Scott Publishing Corp |
Verantwortliche Person für die EU: | Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, D-36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr@libri.de |
Maße: | 203 x 127 x 20 mm |
Von/Mit: | Vi Keeland |
Erscheinungsdatum: | 10.01.2022 |
Gewicht: | 0,412 kg |
Details
Erscheinungsjahr: | 2022 |
---|---|
Genre: | Importe, Romane & Erzählungen |
Rubrik: | Belletristik |
Medium: | Taschenbuch |
ISBN-13: | 9781951045630 |
ISBN-10: | 1951045637 |
Sprache: | Englisch |
Einband: | Kartoniert / Broschiert |
Autor: | Keeland, Vi |
Hersteller: | C. Scott Publishing Corp |
Verantwortliche Person für die EU: | Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, D-36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr@libri.de |
Maße: | 203 x 127 x 20 mm |
Von/Mit: | Vi Keeland |
Erscheinungsdatum: | 10.01.2022 |
Gewicht: | 0,412 kg |
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