Five scorching nights, two fragile hearts, one broken rule...buy today for $0.99, 80% off the $4.99 list price or read free on Kindle Unlimited! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "This book was absolutely breathtaking. Each chapter was better than the last. I can't wait to read more of her work." - Happy Reading Amazon Customers say ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "This was a fun read that actually encapsulated the power of being a woman." ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "If you are looking for a fun and romantic read this is for you" ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "Emma's style of writing makes you laugh out loud, fills your heart with hope, pulls at your heart strings" ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "Totally a Girl Power story with steamy scenes to keep it interesting. Must read!" Five nights with a gorgeous man will make her forget her ex forever. Devastated by her boyfriend's confession that he's in love with another woman, Callie can't imagine anything could heal her broken heart. Loss has brought Theo to his knees before, so he knows just how to repair Callie's shattered confidence. After five nights in his arms, she'll leave her heartache behind, give voice to her deepest desires and be ready to forge a real, lasting love with someone new...it just won't be him. Theo can give Callie back her voice and teach her to ask for what she wants from her lover, but what if she asks for more than he can give? Will he break his only rule - no falling in love - for her? -------------------- A tall guy wearing a black t-shirt and jeans stepped outside and turned to lock the door. He smiled as he glanced at Billie and me. I swallowed, my mouth immediately dry. This guy was jaw-droppingly gorgeous. He had wavy dark brown hair almost black, a strong jaw, and these amazing pale blue eyes that jumped out against his olive skin tone. He had broad shoulders, and strong biceps. When he turned away, I couldn’t help but notice that his backside was just as gorgeous. I had to remind myself not to stare again. “Oh, that’s Theo,” Billie said to me softly. “Hey Theo!” she called a little louder. “New tenant, Callie. You should say hello. You two might be neighbors.” Her voice was a little sing-song as she fiddled with her keys. “Oh, I don’t want to interrupt him,” I said, wishing I had bothered to brush my hair that morning. I didn’t even have on mascara since I’d cried it all off the night before. Theo strode toward us smiling. His pale blue eyes were even more magnetic close up. He held out his hand. “Pleased to meet you, Callie, or shall I say neighbor,” he gave my hand a firm squeeze. His voice had a lilt to it, British I assumed, though I’d never been really good with accents outside of knowing they made me melt. His hands were large, strong and warm. I immediately liked the feeling of his skin against mine. “Maybe neighbor,” I said, laughing as my cheeks burned. “I need to apply and see the place, but it seems nice. Like everyone I’ve met seems wonderful . . .”