Bücher von Christina Hill

Avery: I'm cursed.Every time I make a big life change, someone kicks the bucket. My goldfish didn't deserve to go belly up so young.Ever since the big life-altering, world-shifting, devastating event-that shall not be named-tore my family apart, I've only been half-living. That's why I struggled with the idea of moving from North Dakota to a farm in Big Timber, Montana to help start a spa for visiting guests. I've been a massage therapist for years and love helping other people, but I'm terrified that someone else will drop dead while I reach for my dreams of starting a spa.If I had known Trapp Farms came complete with its own bearded underwear model, I would have stayed home. Now I'm forced to work for someone who believes shirts are optional. I don't expect to keep my eyeballs to myself, but when his ex-girlfriend shows up, I just might have to.Wyatt: I should have checked to make sure Avery was an ogre with missing teeth before hiring her. Now my family is going to think I have a mail-order bride living in one of the rental cabins, because she's the opposite of a green swamp creature. She's beautiful. And me? I'm back where I started in the small town I grew up in, living with my Granny after running my start-up into the ground.Things have been better.While I'm trying to provide guests a full-frontal farm experience that includes: cow hugging, camping, horseback riding, and farm-to-table dinners-not all at the same time-Avery is here to create a relaxing environment for the guests, nothing more. Try telling that to Granny who's taken it upon herself to make Avery my ninety-day fiancé. But I have bigger issues: new letters from the bank showing up weekly. The pressure to make the farm profitable is on my shoulders, and I've got the summer to do it.

BRYN: I need a vacation. Yes, me, Bryn O'Riley, assistant to the assistant architect who had to sell a kidney (just kidding, Mom) in order to make this solo trip to Florida happen. Nothing will derail my plans-the ones I've carefully typed out and laminated.Number one on the list: survive my first plane ride. How hard could it be to ride thousands of feet in the air, trapped inside a tin can at night?Don't answer that.After breaking it off with my ex-fiancé, I'm not looking to settle down. I don't need a man, a pet, or an InstantPot to make me happy. Just a vacation. For all my careful Googling, I forgot to prepare for a hot, single, surfer guy I met in the security line. His smile alone makes me want to take scissors to my plan.Too bad they didn't let me bring those on the plane.REX: I should be on a flight back home to California, but surprise! I'm not. I've learned that some opportunities only come around once, and also that I'm not a cat person. But that's a different story.After meeting a beautiful woman with a label maker in her purse and a penchant for blood-my blood (it was an accident...I think)-I purchased a new ticket to alligator country.She keeps reminding me that we're strangers, but she's also checking out my biceps. I'm not mad about it. I'm flattered, really. She is the first girl to turn my head in a while.And now I can't look away.We have one flight to figure out if our relationship is cleared for take off or headed for a crash landing.

The city that raised her is the one that broke her.Andrea has always felt unlovable. Abandoned and left to fend for herself, she moved to L.A. to start over. It didn't matter that she was fifteen, homeless, and pregnant. She'd figure it out like she'd been doing her whole life: alone.The adoptions were final, but love had already ruined her.Now at the end of herself, she'll do whatever it takes to keep the heroin alive in her veins and the guns out of her face-even if that means selling her body to a pimp.Then one man with a winged tattoo and a rough past to go with it offers her freedom in the form of a single-stemmed rose. For the first time, Andrea starts to imagine a different life for herself. She wants to believe someone with her past is worth saving even though it seems impossible.