Sex, Not Love
From #1 New York Times Bestseller Vi Keeland, comes a new, sexy standalone novel.
My relationship with Hunter Delucia started backwards.
We met at a wedding—him sitting on the groom’s side, me sitting on the bride’s. Stealing glances at every other all through the night, there was once no denying an intense, mutual attraction.
I caught the bouquet; he caught the garter. Hunter held me tightly at the same time as we danced and suggested we explore the chemistry sparking between us. His blunt, dirty mouth will have to’ve turned me off. But for some crazy reason, it had the opposite effect on me.
We ended up back in my hotel room. The next morning, I headed home to New York leaving him at the back of in California with the fallacious number.
I thought about him continuously, but after my last relationship, I’d sworn off of charming, cocky, gorgeous-as-sin men. A year later, Hunter and I met again at the birth of our friends’ baby. Our attraction hadn’t dulled one bit. After a whirlwind shuttle, he demanded a real phone number this time.
Eight weeks of mind-blowing sex with no strings attached? What did I have to lose?
Nothing, I thought.
It’s just sex, not love.
But you know what they say about the most productive laid plans…