When the line between love and hate starts to blur, all bets are off.
Willa Montgomery is used to cleaning up her father’s messes. But they usually involve picking him up from the police station, not working off a debt. Especially not one where the famous Jameson—breaker of hearts, lover of one-night stands—is her new boss.
Jameson Drake is the stuff wet dreams are made of, or at least that’s the consensus around town. Willa is all too aware of his hotness, but has so far been successful at avoiding him at every turn. The last thing she needs is to fall for a man who thinks he is god’s gift to women.
Yet the more Willa is around Jameson, the more she starts to feel herself drawn to him. She likes talking to him even though he mostly communicates in grunts. He helps her out whenever he can, never asking for anything in return. Suddenly she doesn’t mind his larger-than-life presence or looking at his too-good-to-be-true rear end.
To her utter mortification and horror, she starts to develop feelings for the notorious heartbreaker.
Some might even call it love.
This is the first book in the Some call it…. series and can be read as a standalone.