Anyone But You

From fake deaths to a makeshift hut–love was definitely not on the itinerary!

Victoria Knox Ramsey is a pain in the ass. My egomaniac billionaire boss has been my biggest opp since the day he hired me as his executive assistant. So when he asked me to ditch my Miami trip for a last-minute business getaway, I gave him a firm, resounding hell no. His response? He called the airline, pretended to be my huband, claimed I died, and canceled my flight. I was ready to strangle him when he showed up at the airport–until he made me an offer I...

From fake deaths to a makeshift hut–love was definitely not on the itinerary!

Victoria Knox Ramsey is a pain in the ass. My egomaniac billionaire boss has been my biggest opp since the day he hired me as his executive assistant. So when he asked me to ditch my Miami trip for a last-minute business getaway, I gave him a firm, resounding hell no. His response? He called the airline, pretended to be my huband, claimed I died, and canceled my flight. I was ready to strangle him when he showed up at the airport–until he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse: $100,000 to come with him. Naturally, I took it. But not because I saw dollar signs and dreamed of a luxury shopping spree. I took it to help pay my mother’s memory care bills–the ones I’ve been shouldering alone while my sisters conveniently disappear. I thought the worst part of this trip would be Knox himself. Then…the jet crashed. Now I’m stranded on a remote island with no Wi-Fi, no phone signal, and absolutely no escape from the man who drives me out of my mind.

Knox Did I fake her death to get her on a plane? Technically, yes. In my defense, Victoria’s been ignoring my very generous offers–and my very obvious interests for months. So when she turned down an all-expenses-paid trip to paradise where I planned to charm her into finally giving me a shot, I had to get creative. I figured she’d show up, curse me out, call me “That Man Over There,” take the money, and spend the week sun-kissed and slowly falling for me. Then the jet went down, and now we’re stranded in the middle of nowhere with no food, no phones, and no way for her to avoid me. Which is fine by me. I’ve got nothing but time–and if I’m lucky, a chance to prove I’m not the villain she thinks I am. Just a very persistent one.

Warning: Coconuts aren’t the only thing falling! This spicy age-gap rom-com includes on morally gray billionaire, one emotionally exhausted assistant, forced proximity, tropical mayhem, and enough tension to make your e-reader sweat. This book is ideal for mature readers 18 and up!