Denim & Diamonds - Keeland, Vi

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Résumé :
From New York Times bestselling authors Penelope Ward and Vi Keeland comes a new standalone romance. When the board of directors of my company mandated that I go to a wellness facility in small-town Maine to recharge, that shouldn't have included:Using a ladder to sneak out of the bedroom window at night and going to the local bar. Getting so drunk that the bar owner brought me upstairs to sleep it off in his bed. Waking up staring at the taxidermy moose head on said bar owner's wall. Falling for said bar owner who was the most drop-dead gorgeous man I've ever seen. But Brock Hawkins was so much more than just the hot bar owner. He owned half the town, built log cabins with his bare hands, and was apparently the most eligible man in all of Meadowbrook. He was also a cinnamon roll despite his seemingly rock-hard exterior. And the last man I should've been falling for-because my time in this small town was limited. I had to head back to my life in New York City, one that was the complete opposite from the kind Brock lived. He was denim. I was diamonds. The problem was, the sexy lumberjack wasn't the type of man who was easy to walk away from. Hell, I couldn't even part with his plaid shirt that had become a constant fixture wrapped around my shoulders most days, let alone think about erasing him from my life. A life with Brock, though, would have to be all or nothing. Go big or go home. I just didn't realize that choosing to go big might also mean getting my heart broken when Brock's life took a turn neither of us saw coming....

Sommaire:
From New York Times bestselling authors Penelope Ward and Vi Keeland comes a new standalone romance. When the board of directors of my company mandated that I go to a wellness facility in small-town Maine to recharge, that shouldn't have included:Using a ladder to sneak out of the bedroom window at night and going to the local bar. Getting so drunk that the bar owner brought me upstairs to sleep it off in his bed. Waking up staring at the taxidermy moose head on said bar owner's wall. Falling for said bar owner who was the most drop-dead gorgeous man I've ever seen. But Brock Hawkins was so much more than just the hot bar owner. He owned half the town, built log cabins with his bare hands, and was apparently the most eligible man in all of Meadowbrook. He was also a cinnamon roll despite his seemingly rock-hard exterior. And the last man I should've been falling for-because my time in this small town was limited. I had to head back to my life in New York City, one that was the complete opposite from the kind Brock lived. He was denim. I was diamonds. The problem was, the sexy lumberjack wasn't the type of man who was easy to walk away from. Hell, I couldn't even part with his plaid shirt that had become a constant fixture wrapped around my shoulders most days, let alone think about erasing him from my life. A life with Brock, though, would have to be all or nothing. Go big or go home. I just didn't realize that choosing to go big might also mean getting my heart broken when Brock's life took a turn neither of us saw coming....