Carrington Cove

One letter changed my life. One night with him might change my forever. Inheriting a beach house in a small town you've never heard of is less than ideal. Falling for the broody bar owner who hates me because he wants the house? Even worse. I came to Carrington Cove for one reason: to renovate the home I knew nothing about, sell it, and get back to my life in D.C. and my multi-million dollar business. There was nothing on the agenda about falling for Dallas, the sexy former Marine who chastises me about my manners and withholds how to fend off the murderous geese on my property.

Rule number one of bro-code: exes, sisters and of course, wives are off-limits. Don't think about them and sure as hell don't kiss them. But what if your best friend dies, and suddenly you want the woman who has always been his? Four years ago my childhood friend lost his life serving our country, and Astrid and her kids became my responsibility. But before I knew it, something started to shift between us. Her smile started to make my stomach twist. Our conversations gave me something to look forward to.

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“I’m here to see my fiancé. I believe you know Parker, Dad…” That sentence seems innocent enough in the right setting. But the woman’s father? Yeah, he happens to be my boss. The first time I met Cashlynn O’Neil, she thought she was going to die before the plane we were on ever left the ground. So I did what any gentleman would do—I comforted her, kept her distracted, and then later that night, she ended up back in my hotel room to thank me. But then a year later she waltzed in the Carrington Cove Animal Hospital and told her father we were engaged.

I never imagined I’d agree to an arranged marriage for over 5 million dollars. Not to mention that the man I’d be marrying is someone I’d already met once before. Gage Kingston waltzes into the meeting with the lawyer unaffected—cocky, tattooed, and acting like he didn’t know who I was. But after we agree we’d be stupid to walk away from that kind of money, we embark on a six month timeline to riches despite the animosity between us. Now I’m living with the man his aunt thought would be perfect for me while wondering if the woman was going insane before she died to think this was a good idea.