Literally, I am a mess this morning.
- I found out that I didn’t pass my teacher certification test (missed it by 10pts).
- I didn’t finish reading Birthday List…hell I am still on chapter one because my kid caught a case of the shits Friday and…well, yeah.
- Saturday consisted of me sitting through Marvel Universe Live! with a moody 7 yr old that required a $28 Spiderman toy to bring him joy
- Sunday required grocery shopping, softball practice and washing my hair. And considering how thick my hair is, washing, conditioning, AND styling it takes H O U R S
so, here we are Monday morning and I am at work with a mountain of paperwork and my audible app open listening to Rachel Van Dyken’s The Consequences of Revenge trying to feel better.
How was your weekend? Tell me in the comments and if it was worse than mine, I’ll send you a copy of Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward’s new release, Rebel Heir
How to kick off a great summer in the Hamptons:
Snag a gorgeous rental on the beach. Check.
Get a job at a trendy summer haunt. Check.
How to screw up a great summer in the Hamptons:
Fall for the one guy with a dark leather jacket, scruff on his face, and intense eyes that doesn’t fit in with the rest of the tony looking crowd. A guy you can’t have when you’ll be leaving at the end of the season.
Check. Check. Check.
I should add—especially when the guy is your sexy, tattooed God of a boss.
Especially when he not only owns your place of employment but inherited half of the town.
Especially when he’s mean to you.
Or so I thought.
Until one night when he demanded I get in his car so he could drive me home because he didn’t want me walking in the dark.
That was sort of how it all started with Rush.
And then little by little, some of the walls of this hardass man started to come down.
I never expected that the two of us, seemingly opposites from the outside, would grow so close.
I wasn’t supposed to fall for the rebel heir, especially when he made it clear he didn’t want to cross the line with me.
As the temperature turned cooler, the nights became hotter. My summer became a lot more interesting—and complicated.
All good things must come to an end, right?
Except our ending was one I didn’t see coming.