Don’t Go Breaking My Heart (Houston Baddies #3)

When I landed a new job in a brand-new city, I needed a place to live—fast. Enter: the spare bedroom in a suburbia McMansion with a pool, wine fridge, and stove that probably costs more than my car. Perfect setup, right?

Wrong. My new roommate saw me practically naked on night one. Then I catch him doing something that rhymes with “disasterbating.”

Half hockey player, half Viking, Turner “Skaggs” Hutton III is the human embodiment of a golden retriever and is off-limits. Which would be easy if the chemistry between us wasn’t hotter than this blazing Texas sun…

The chemistry? Molten.

The tension? Physically...

When I landed a new job in a brand-new city, I needed a place to live—fast. Enter: the spare bedroom in a suburbia McMansion with a pool, wine fridge, and stove that probably costs more than my car. Perfect setup, right?

Wrong. My new roommate saw me practically naked on night one. Then I catch him doing something that rhymes with “disasterbating.”

Half hockey player, half Viking, Turner “Skaggs” Hutton III is the human embodiment of a golden retriever and is off-limits. Which would be easy if the chemistry between us wasn’t hotter than this blazing Texas sun…

The chemistry? Molten.

The tension? Physically painful.

Think: slow burn with zero impulse control. Think: tight spaces with his hand on my thigh during a cramped car ride… And could someone please explain to me why I find it so damn sexy watching his massive hands choose the prefect LEGO brick? Send help!

He’s sworn off distractions to save his career. I’m focused on building mine and certainly not looking for a boyfriend. But when one too many lapses in judgment and one missed cycle leads to an emergency trip to the pharmacy…

Well. Things could get complicated.