She survived the wrong kind of love. Then she met Ben.

Bailee is grieving Izzy, surviving Ryan and trying to figure out who the fuck she is after both.

Then Benjamin Jones walks in.

He makes her laugh, feel safe and want things she thought she'd lost.
And fuck, does she want him.

But they're supposed to be just friends. Good luck with that.

This book will hurt. You'll cry, get angry and probably fall stupidly in love with Ben.

And the sex? Jesus Christ. The sex.

Bailee and Benjamin are getting married, building a home and planning a future together.

Sounds romantic.

It is.

It’s also family bullshit, grief, arguments, pressure, and trying not to lose your shit when life refuses to cooperate.

Luckily, they’re still completely obsessed with each other.

Emotionally. Physically. Very, very physically.

Bailee and Benjamin are married, still stupidly in love, still having ridiculous amounts of sex, and surely life has done enough to them by now.

It hasn’t.

There’s pregnancy, fear, family drama, old trauma, heartbreak, stupid arguments and days where they both get it very fucking wrong.

There’s also laughter, sex, love, healing and finally getting to enjoy some of the normal shit they fought so hard for.

They wanted forever.

Now they actually have to live it.

Lucy is divorced, back home and reopening the bookstore. Men are absolutely not part of the plan.

Then Hunter turns up.

He’s hot, cocky, irritating as fuck and somehow manages to make flirting feel like a personal attack.

Finn isn’t helping either.

Now Lucy’s dealing with books, paintball, two men with history, way too much sexual tension and thoughts she probably shouldn’t be having while trying to run a business.

Hunter keeps calling her Princess.

She keeps pretending it doesn’t do anything for her.

That’s going well.

Bexley Hart likes being in control.

Hayes Maddox likes testing exactly how much of it she’ll give him.

He pushes. She pushes back. He tells her what he wants and waits to see if she’ll give it to him.

Sometimes she does.
Sometimes she makes him work for it.

And the more Hayes learns when to take charge, when to wait and when to get on his knees, the harder it gets for Bexley to pretend she isn’t loving the fight.

She doesn’t want him taking control from her.
She wants to choose when she gives it to him.

And when she does, he knows exactly what to do with it.

Tamsin came to Koh Samui for sun, cocktails and six weeks where nobody needed a fucking thing from her.

Then she met Soren.

He owns the bar, he’s hot, he doesn’t do tourists and Tamsin has absolutely no problem becoming the exception.

Neither of them wants serious.

They do want sweaty nights, bad ideas, hands where they shouldn’t be and enough sex to make six weeks feel very fucking short.

The only rule is nobody gets attached.

Which would be much easier if Soren wasn’t so good at making her want more.