Lovers Until the Rains End…

Poppy’s life is a hot mess, with her car out of commission, her career in shambles, and a grieving mother to support—and to make it worse, now she’s been stranded by an unexpected storm. But at least she’s stranded with Rai, a Brazilian toilet paper salesman with a smile like sunshine, a voice like sin, and a body that begs to be painted. Especially soaking wet. (Or naked. Naked is good, too.) Not to mention, she could really use some free samples…

All Rai has ever cared about is finding the next storm to ride. But when...

Lovers Until the Rains End…

Poppy’s life is a hot mess, with her car out of commission, her career in shambles, and a grieving mother to support—and to make it worse, now she’s been stranded by an unexpected storm. But at least she’s stranded with Rai, a Brazilian toilet paper salesman with a smile like sunshine, a voice like sin, and a body that begs to be painted. Especially soaking wet. (Or naked. Naked is good, too.) Not to mention, she could really use some free samples…

All Rai has ever cared about is finding the next storm to ride. But when the water fae toys with Poppy on a whim, their encounter leads him to crave more. He knows nothing of humans, but he desires her as his lover, and soon he’s got Google and an endless supply of motivational quotes to help him in his quest. But as things steam up, his fragile masquerade is threatened by his lies, damn lies, and semantics—not to mention his wings. Perhaps he should have told her about the wings.

And their tempestuous affair has a deadline. When the monsoon rains end, Rai must leave the brutally dry Tucson desert…or die. That’s what he’s been told, by fae much wiser than he.

Too bad he never does what he’s told.