Two strangers. One chance meeting. Irresistible heat.
My two-timing ex might have wrecked our relationship, but I was not about to let him ruin my vacation. Sure, what was meant to be a romantic romp through Paris would now consist of dining solo at a table for two in the city of love, but I was determined to have a good time on my own.
Then I met Chris.
He's a hot megawatt movie star used to the limelight and women lining up for him. And even though I refused to be one of them, I was done in by him—the dark swoony eyes, his unabashed laugh, the cravings he ignited with only a look.
We agreed to give each other two weeks. Then real life would kick in.
But is two weeks enough when it might be love?
Part one of the Summer Heat Duet