Crescent Hill

The first time I saw Maggie Summers, I lusted after her bee-stung lips, spun-gold hair and pomegranate-scented skin. But I kept things professional between us. After all, we'd be working together for the next two weeks restoring her family's bankrupt lodge. Then I'd fly back to the UK first thing Christmas morning. Back to my hotel empire and back to my life as London's most eligible bachelor. I couldn't afford to fall for an American woman. But the more time we spent together, the more I realized that she wasn't just a pretty face attached to a spectacular body. She was so much more. Maggie was hard-working, fiercely loyal towards her family and had a heart of gold. She also had big dreams that were stifled by her inner demons and her dark past. I tried damn hard to resist this sweet, small-town girl, but I was destined for failure. Drunk off her banter, high off her laughter, and delirious with need, I ached to possess her heart, body, mind and soul. I wanted it all. Little did I know, Maggie would not only intoxicate me, but also give me the biggest hangover of my life.