Snaring Her Man
A war is brewing in Escondido Bay, and I’m smack dab in the middle.
In our small town, Mayor Sala’s Fangirling Grannies don their armor in the east, while the Silver-Haired Baddies sharpen their weapons to the west. The only thing they seem to agree on is interfering with my life.
I moved back to Escondido Bay, a fully-matured veteran of adulting. I thought that would give me a pass; let me live my life as I want.
Single.
Independent.
Alone.
In a town this small, there are meddling grannies behind every palm tree, and they have plans for me and the handsome undercover rockstar renting my bungalow.
But between planning Founder’s Day, and trying to broker a cease-fire between the grannies, all the while protecting my boarder from their designs, my plate is officially full.
Then calamity slams into Escondido Bay, and of course, there aren’t enough beds to go around. If I thought it was hard ignoring the burning attraction my boarder stirred up before, I don’t think sharing one bed is going to help.
Not. One. Bit.
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