The trouble with five-year dry spells? They make you do cringe-worthy things. For Jess McDermott, it's mistaking a hot stranger for the male escort she hired. Oh, and one other teensy problem. The sinful devil responsible for those toe-curling O's…happens to be her new boss.
Marc Winchester doesn't do commitment. Unfortunately, the same can't be said for blind dates. Thanks to a matchmaking mother dead set on curing his playboy ways, he's faced with a night of agonizing small talk and zero sparks. The last thing he expects? His date to be anti-relationships, and all for getting naked and horizontal with him instead.
It's a match made in heaven—until they realize they hooked up with the wrong person. Now Jess is desperate to forget that night and Marc. An impossible task, even without the added complication of his family purchasing the nursery she manages. In other words, they're stuck with each other and a combustible chemistry that shows no signs of withering.
Falling in bed together once? A mistake. Doing it again? Inevitable. Only this time they're risking the one thing they can't afford to lose—their hearts.
