Love Over BoardBook 1 · Coral Hart
My cabin smells like cedar and bad decisions.
I don't register why at first. I'm too busy hauling my suitcase inside, sighing in relief as I step into what is supposed to be my private, overpriced, romantic-cruise-against-my-will hideout.
I hear the rustling. Then I see the man.
He stands near the closet, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, dark brows drawn together in the kind of frown that suggests he is as unimpressed with my presence as I am with his.
I freeze. He freezes.
One page from one of Coral's own finished books, so you can judge the prose.