F**k being good. I won’t be tamed.
There are three things in life I’m damn good at: f**king, jumping out of planes, and chasing forest fires.
Settle down? Yeah, right. And definitely not with someone like Autumn Mayburn. She's uptight, smart-mouthed, and hell, she has a kid.
Did I mention she’s ten years older than me? There are a million reasons I shouldn't touch her.
F**k all of those reasons.
The single mom with the smokin’ hot body and the sass to match is going to be mine.
There’s nothing on this earth I despise more than a bad boy. Especially an infuriatingly cocky, womanizing, oozes-sex-from-every-pore bad boy.
I’m a mom. A businesswoman. I have responsibilities. The last thing I need is to get laid and played by Luke Saint.
He thinks that just because he saved my orchard from a fire, he can tell me how to run it.
He thinks he knows what I need, what I crave.
The problem is, I think he might be right.