Preorder Captain to receive a signed bookplate and an exclusive character art print.
From insta-love, to insta-hate, to something else entirely. Now, surrounded by family, wedding festivities, and the heat of Hawaii, the oldest Morgan brother and Tessa Rodriguez are about to learn that sometimes the person you want to throttle is also the one you can't stop wanting.
**DELUXE LIMITED EDITION trade paperback, fully refreshed and revised with stenciled edges, new art, and a collectable, perforable gift yet to be revealed!**
It wasn’t the way this kind of story was supposed to go . . .
Insta-love isn’t supposed to turn into insta-hate.
But that’s exactly what happened when the hot-as-hell dreamboat I met in a bar turned out to be a lying, cheating player-douche looking for a little side action. Jerk. And he has the nerve to call me a liar and a “sociopath”? Assh*le.
Three months later, through a mind-blowing series of events I couldn’t have predicted, it turns out my boss is marrying the jerk’s sister in Hawaii and I’ve got to play nice with him for an entire freaking week while trapped on an island.
Okay, sure, I’ll put on a happy face and act like I’ve never met him--did I mention his sister is marrying my boss?--but that doesn’t mean I’ll like it. And it certainly doesn’t mean I’ll stop secretly hating the cocky bastard’s guts. Now, if only my brain would explain the situation to my body . . .
Preorder Captain to receive a signed bookplate and an exclusive character art print.
From insta-love, to insta-hate, to something else entirely. Now, surrounded by family, wedding festivities, and the heat of Hawaii, the oldest Morgan brother and Tessa Rodriguez are about to learn that sometimes the person you want to throttle is also the one you can't stop wanting.
**DELUXE LIMITED EDITION trade paperback, fully refreshed and revised with stenciled edges, new art, and a collectable, perforable gift yet to be revealed!**
It wasn’t the way this kind of story was supposed to go . . .
Insta-love isn’t supposed to turn into insta-hate.
But that’s exactly what happened when the hot-as-hell dreamboat I met in a bar turned out to be a lying, cheating player-douche looking for a little side action. Jerk. And he has the nerve to call me a liar and a “sociopath”? Assh*le.
Three months later, through a mind-blowing series of events I couldn’t have predicted, it turns out my boss is marrying the jerk’s sister in Hawaii and I’ve got to play nice with him for an entire freaking week while trapped on an island.
Okay, sure, I’ll put on a happy face and act like I’ve never met him--did I mention his sister is marrying my boss?--but that doesn’t mean I’ll like it. And it certainly doesn’t mean I’ll stop secretly hating the cocky bastard’s guts. Now, if only my brain would explain the situation to my body . . .
Preorder Captain to receive a signed bookplate and an exclusive character art print.
From insta-love, to insta-hate, to something else entirely. Now, surrounded by family, wedding festivities, and the heat of Hawaii, the oldest Morgan brother and Tessa Rodriguez are about to learn that sometimes the person you want to throttle is also the one you can't stop wanting.
**DELUXE LIMITED EDITION trade paperback, fully refreshed and revised with stenciled edges, new art, and a collectable, perforable gift yet to be revealed!**
It wasn’t the way this kind of story was supposed to go . . .
Insta-love isn’t supposed to turn into insta-hate.
But that’s exactly what happened when the hot-as-hell dreamboat I met in a bar turned out to be a lying, cheating player-douche looking for a little side action. Jerk. And he has the nerve to call me a liar and a “sociopath”? Assh*le.
Three months later, through a mind-blowing series of events I couldn’t have predicted, it turns out my boss is marrying the jerk’s sister in Hawaii and I’ve got to play nice with him for an entire freaking week while trapped on an island.
Okay, sure, I’ll put on a happy face and act like I’ve never met him--did I mention his sister is marrying my boss?--but that doesn’t mean I’ll like it. And it certainly doesn’t mean I’ll stop secretly hating the cocky bastard’s guts. Now, if only my brain would explain the situation to my body . . .
