Rosie Belmont has been driving me wild for years. The good kind of wild. The bad kind of wild. But mostly the kind of wild that comes with wanting your best friendās little sister and knowing you canāt have her.
After living in the city, she comes blasting back into Rose Hill like a storm. Beautiful, messy, and chaotic.
And one wide-eyed desperate plea for a job is all it takes for me to hire her.
Forbes may have labeled me the Worldās Hottest Billionaire but all I care about is opening my new recording studio. Something that comes to a screeching halt when I end up face-to-face with a young girl who claims Iām her biological father.
Now I spend my days balancing business with parenting a sullen twelve-year-old all while trying desperately to keep my hands the hell off my best friendās little sister.
I vow to keep Rosie at armās length. I try to stick to scowls and grumpy one-liners. But with her verbal sparring is merely foreplayāfriction that turns to blistering heat.
I know damn well I shouldnāt cross that line.
But shouldnāt and canāt are two very different things.
And the only thing I truly canāt do is resist her.
Wild Love: Rose Hill, Book 1 (Unabridged) - Elsie Silver
Rosie Belmont has been driving me wild for years. The good kind of wild. The bad kind of wild. But mostly the kind of wild that comes with wanting your best friendās little sister and knowing you canāt have her.
After living in the city, she comes blasting back into Rose Hill like a storm. Beautiful, messy, and chaotic.
And one wide-eyed desperate plea for a job is all it takes for me to hire her.
Forbes may have labeled me the Worldās Hottest Billionaire but all I care about is opening my new recording studio. Something that comes to a screeching halt when I end up face-to-face with a young girl who claims Iām her biological father.
Now I spend my days balancing business with parenting a sullen twelve-year-old all while trying desperately to keep my hands the hell off my best friendās little sister.
I vow to keep Rosie at armās length. I try to stick to scowls and grumpy one-liners. But with her verbal sparring is merely foreplayāfriction that turns to blistering heat.
I know damn well I shouldnāt cross that line.
But shouldnāt and canāt are two very different things.
And the only thing I truly canāt do is resist her.