Over my dead body.

I'm just a small-town girl, up against Vincent's goliath fortune, but I won't go down without a fight. I'm taking on this billionaire bulldozer.

If I'd known his plans I definitely (maybe) wouldn't have slept with him. And I'm determined to ignore the chemistry growing between us.

Except his charm is distracting, his persistence is irritating and his forearms, sharp jaw and devilish smile are downright infuriating.

At least I don't have to worry about him sticking around. A self-confessed rolling stone, he can't commit to a lunch order before noon, so there's no way he'll hang around long enough for me to fall in love with him.

A standalone, enemies to lovers, small town romance.