A refreshing and sexy standalone!
I have a type: Tall. Blond. Awkward as hell.
That’s right, my type is me. Because I’m better off spending my time alone than with a guy.
Which is why I’m on an open-ended ticket to LA to find a new boutique for my fashion label, TRAVESTY. Not to find a rebound for the breakup that blew my mind.
I’m ready to forget all about dicks…Too bad Ethan Cameron sinks that dream before I get on the plane.
The Westside realtor might be my business partner’s brother, but he’s the wrong guy to help us find a store. Ethan’s arrogant and self-centered, with a dentist’s-wet-dream smile and pecs that should have their own hashtag. More girls pass through the backseat of his car than through the doors of our SoHo boutique.
He’s also wrong for me. And the more he thinks he knows me, the more I need to prove he doesn’t.
But I can’t ignore the fact that I need Ethan’s help putting TRAVESTY on the map. Because no one knows LA style like Ethan.