While I’ve managed to stay “pure” ...
Things are about to get dirty.
Just not the way you think.
You see, there was a mudslide.
I was chasing the perfect photograph one minute.
And then strong hands were pulling me out of the mud the next.
Those hands were attached to handsome Theo Magruder.
Those hands awaken urges that I've never felt before.
Those hands make me want to hand over my V-card without question.
Well, to be fair, it’s not just his hands.
He's the most attractive man I've ever met.
With mesmerizing eyes
And a hard, muscled body that makes me tingle all over when we touch.
And he’s damn romantic—
Treating me gently,
Like I’m a wounded deer who needs shelter as the storm gathers around us.
Living at a lighthouse in the boonies, he’s used to being the only one around for miles.
I’m not.
The thing is, I’ve told him the truth—
I’m in the area because I’m an actress.
But he doesn't know I’m a star.
And as it turns out, I'm not the only one with secrets.
Things are about to get dirty.
Just not the way you think.
You see, there was a mudslide.
I was chasing the perfect photograph one minute.
And then strong hands were pulling me out of the mud the next.
Those hands were attached to handsome Theo Magruder.
Those hands awaken urges that I've never felt before.
Those hands make me want to hand over my V-card without question.
Well, to be fair, it’s not just his hands.
He's the most attractive man I've ever met.
With mesmerizing eyes
And a hard, muscled body that makes me tingle all over when we touch.
And he’s damn romantic—
Treating me gently,
Like I’m a wounded deer who needs shelter as the storm gathers around us.
Living at a lighthouse in the boonies, he’s used to being the only one around for miles.
I’m not.
The thing is, I’ve told him the truth—
I’m in the area because I’m an actress.
But he doesn't know I’m a star.
And as it turns out, I'm not the only one with secrets.
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Leslie McAdam is a California girl who loves romance, Little Dude, and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two small children. Leslie always encourages her kids to be themselves - even if it means letting her daughter wear leopard print from head to toe. An avirectreader from a young age, she will always trade watching TV for reading a book, unless it's Top Gear. Or football. Leslie is employed by day but spends her nights writing about the men you fantasize about. She's unapologetically sarcastic and notoriously terrible at comma placement.
Always up for a laugh, Leslie tries to see humor in all things. When she's not in the writing cave you'll find her fangirling over Beck, camping with her family, or mixing up oil paints to depict her love of outdoors on canvas.
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