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- Author: Brighton Walsh
- Publisher: Bright Publishing
- Year: 2022
- Pages: 364
- ISBN-10: 1685180167
- ISBN-13: 9781685180164
- Format: 13.3 x 20.3 x 2.3 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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The last thing I need in my life is a Prince Charming in-training.
I fought hard to escape the life I was born into, and I've gotten where I am without anyone's help. I'm only seventy-six days away from college graduation, not to mention the future I've dreamed of for so long. I don't need a hulking man covered in metal and ink to derail those plans, no matter how enticing he is.
But Cade Maxwell isn't deterred by the walls I've erected around my heart.
He swoops into my life, all brash exterior with a heart of gold, strips away those walls as easily as he strips away my clothes, and plants himself as if he's always been there. The only reason I give into this explosive chemistry between us is the fact that we don't have a future. He's white picket fences and Sunday mornings in bed. I'm nothing more than broken dreams and secrets.
He swears he's not giving up. But I'm not giving in.
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- Author: Brighton Walsh
- Publisher: Bright Publishing
- Year: 2022
- Pages: 364
- ISBN-10: 1685180167
- ISBN-13: 9781685180164
- Format: 13.3 x 20.3 x 2.3 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
The last thing I need in my life is a Prince Charming in-training.
I fought hard to escape the life I was born into, and I've gotten where I am without anyone's help. I'm only seventy-six days away from college graduation, not to mention the future I've dreamed of for so long. I don't need a hulking man covered in metal and ink to derail those plans, no matter how enticing he is.
But Cade Maxwell isn't deterred by the walls I've erected around my heart.
He swoops into my life, all brash exterior with a heart of gold, strips away those walls as easily as he strips away my clothes, and plants himself as if he's always been there. The only reason I give into this explosive chemistry between us is the fact that we don't have a future. He's white picket fences and Sunday mornings in bed. I'm nothing more than broken dreams and secrets.
He swears he's not giving up. But I'm not giving in.
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