Mason Family Series

Blaire Gibson knows better than to have one night stands. She prides herself on her decision-making skills. It’s the one asset that has never let her down. But even the best thinkers have weaknesses. Hers is a delicious business mogul with a quick tongue. Unfortunately for her, that tongue is good for more than just talking. What begins as a single night in a hotel room spirals into an unusual agreement. As late nights provide the space to trade secrets and walls come tumbling down, more is shared than just pillow talk.

Coy is not just the small-town, literal boy next door. He’s a heartbreaking, womanizing, mischief-making (and delicious) man and was all of those things well before he became a hot-shot country music sensation. He’s a dream standing in her doorway with no shirt, messy hair, and a “Do you wanna"? grin. But he’s also a nightmare for her heart, and she knows it. Their enemies-to-lovers relationship always ends the same way - heavy on the enemies, light on the lovers. So, why is she still standing there? 

This charming and wealthy playboy, who can't pay his bills on time or find his way to the grocery store (but we all have flaws, right?), is sweet. Confident. Playful. He's almost perfect. And, to make matters worse. He's smitten with me. I know what you're thinking. You're rolling your eyes. You're assuming this is some opposites attract situation - or that maybe we can be friends who turn into something more. How can this be a bad thing? Well, it's simple. I'm not the kind of girl you fall in love with.

I should’ve taken her insurance information and driven off like any reasonable CEO with places to be would. She crashed into my car, for heaven’s sake. Because she had to sneeze. What did I do? I didn’t get in my car and drive away if that’s what you’re thinking. Nope. I stuck around. I could suggest I stayed because she needed help, but the truth? She was really, really hot.

Romance is not in Wade Mason’s portfolio. This is tragic. It’s unfair that a man so maddeningly gorgeous - an architect with a deliciously squarish jaw, adorably dimpled chin, and the hottest black glasses that straddle the line between professional and provocative - rebukes all things love. I knew this well before I walked into his office. The man is a conundrum - a complicated steel wall of a puzzle. On the one hand, he brushes against me in the conference room with a broodiness that sets me on fire.