Accountant Rob Macomb has a stable job that he’s good at and…that’s about it. A year of misfortune has left him seeking refuge from loneliness and grief behind his spreadsheets, punishing daily runs, and the occasional anonymous tryst. He wants nothing more than to bury the past and focus on his career, but he has one last task to complete: pack up his parent’s quaint beachside house and put it on the market.
Alex Andrews is an art school dropout with a penchant for Converse, Cracker Jack, and piercings. His dreams of finishing college and building a career in three-dimensional design crumble when his unemployed father receives a diagnosis that leaves the family reeling and bills mounting faster than Alex and his mom can keep up with them.
When Alex shows up as a part of the moving crew hired to help Rob clean out the house, things get awkward fast. Because it’s not the first time they’ve met, and their last encounter was memorable for all the wrong reasons. The attraction between them is undeniable, but Rob is bound and determined to push everyone away, and Alex is on the verge of spinning out of control.
Can a grumpy accountant and a bootstrapping artist find their center of gravity together, or are they on a collision course to heartbreak?
An emotionally-charged, slowburn m/m romance featuring an age gap, a Jack Russell terrier hell-bent on world domination, steamy hijinks, and of course, a hard-won happily ever after. This is a standalone first book in the Nook Island, Georgia series.
Neve Wilder lives in the dirty South, where the summers are hot and the winters are…sometimes cold. She is a mom to three rambunctious weebeasts who have joined forces in a mission to carpet the family home with toys and small items that really suck to step on at six in the morning.
She reads promiscuously, across multiple genres, but her favorite stories always contain an element of romance. Incidentally, this is also what she likes to write. Slow-burners with delicious tension? Yes. Whiplash-inducing page-turners, also yes. Down and dirty scorchers? Yes. And every flavor in between.
She believes David Bowie was the sexiest musician to ever live, and she’s always game to nerd out on anything from music to writing.
And finally, she believes that love conquers all. Except the heat index in July. Nothing can conquer that bastard.
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