You Had Me At Goodbye

von Jane Blackwood

I’ll Just Hold My Breath, Fancy Pants… Oh no. This is so not happening. Her whole life Kat Taylor has been reaching for the brass ring and coming away with nothing but sore knuckles. Not this time. Her flighty Aunt Lila gave her a charming house on Martha’s Vineyard for the summer, and now some arrogant, amused, and, okay, surprisingly hunky, British author named Lawrence Kendall says he has a claim to the same cottage! If he thinks that just because he’s suave and good-looking and…and…has that hairy chest and great accent that he can woo her into leaving, well, he can die trying…