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Yes, she is down on her luck, but the last thing she needs is an obsessive hot billionaire trying to save her.
He has everything. She has nothing. They both have secrets.
Trying to deal with the disaster of her life, Violet Holland doesn’t seek a new relationship. She wants to change the pattern of always losing herself in the needs of others.
But his need is all-consuming.
Art Mathison is hot. Secretly rich. Annoyingly persistent. Socially awkward. And hot (this one warrants a second mention).
Violet has just broken up with her old-money, entitled, controlling fiancé. Unfortunately, not before she sold her business because he insisted on it. Here she is, living off her savings, in her friend’s apartment, helping said friend in her café. And trying to ignore the man who should not interest her.
Art doesn’t do conversation. He doesn’t date. He doesn’t do laughter. He does little peopling. Yet, he can’t stop thinking about the woman with caramel eyes. Why is she so sad?
Violet knows their unexpected mutual desire isn’t a good foundation for a relationship. And that’s before she learns the truth about Art’s past.
Can they find love if trust remains a rare commodity?
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