MY HARBORSIDE BILLIONAIRE: A SMALL-TOWN FORCED PROXIMITY ROMANCE

I promised his dying father I'd make him stay. I never promised I wouldn't fall into his bed. Graham Blackwood is cold, blunt, and convinced everything has a price. He came home to sell the house and leave. But his father's will traps us together. He can't sell until the house is restored, and I decide when it's finished. Keeping him here is my job. Keeping my hands off him should be easy. It isn't. A storm kills the power, and his hand finds my waist on a dark staircase. A ladder wobbles, and his fingers close around my bare ankle. His hands are rougher than a billionaire's have any right to be. By the time he has me against a half-painted wall, I've stopped pretending I don't want him. Then his board moves to replace him, and a developer's cash offer lands in my inbox. My signature could end this before he breaks my heart. The man I promised to make stay might be the one I'm most afraid to keep.