Just My Type (The Boston Hearts #3)

Three years ago, I met Hannah Evans for the first time. She was beautiful, unforgettable, and, when I witnessed something I wasnt supposed to see, full of irritation directed right at me.

Our family connections meant our paths crossed on and off over the years. But with Hannah in a long-term relationship and her steadfast determination to avoid me, Ive never been able to get as close to her as Ive wanted to.

Five months ago Hannah showed up in Boston with bruises on her wrists, a haunted look in her eyes, and a steely-spined snark that made me want to know...

Three years ago, I met Hannah Evans for the first time. She was beautiful, unforgettable, and, when I witnessed something I wasnt supposed to see, full of irritation directed right at me.

Our family connections meant our paths crossed on and off over the years. But with Hannah in a long-term relationship and her steadfast determination to avoid me, Ive never been able to get as close to her as Ive wanted to.

Five months ago Hannah showed up in Boston with bruises on her wrists, a haunted look in her eyes, and a steely-spined snark that made me want to know everything about her.

When my grandma offers Hannah the empty apartment in our brownstone I learn the real reason for Hannahs sudden Boston arrival　after an explosive breakup with her terrible ex shes suffering from a bad case of writers block she cant break through.

After a drunken night in Vegas leaves both of us with rings on our fingers and no memory of how they got there, I make a proposition　stay married to me for the summer and let me show her how she deserves to be treated, with the hope that it helps her find her words.

Hannah may be skeptical of our agreement but I have never been surer of anything, and the more time we spend together, the more determined I am to convince her that nothing about our marriage is fake at all. After all, she was always meant to be mine.