The Man in the Cottage
I quit my soul-crushing marketing job to write a thriller novel and moved into my late grandmother’s house in rural Virginia.
What I didn’t plan for? The man living in the cottage out back.
Travis Howe is quiet, and he’s built like he could break down walls with his bare hands. My grandmother left a note saying to let him stay. That he needed somewhere to be invisible for a while.
I didn’t ask questions. Maybe I should have.
Because Travis isn’t just some handyman hiding from a bad breakup. He’s a professional hockey player. One who made headlines for all the wrong reasons.
The problem with falling for a man the world thinks is a monster? Eventually, you have to decide whose version of the story you believe.
A sweet romance with a touch of these tropes: grumpy/sunshine, he falls first, secret identity, and of course, forced proximity.
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