Gør som tusindvis af andre bogelskere
Tilmeld dig nyhedsbrevet og få gode tilbud og inspiration til din næste læsning.
Ved tilmelding accepterer du vores persondatapolitik.Du kan altid afmelde dig igen.
My new neighbor is a complete jerk. A tall, brooding, tattooed jerk. I tried to be nice, bake some cupcakes for him and his adorable daughter, and the only reaction I could come up with to his ice-cold reception was to shove those pink cupcakes right into his muscular chest.In my defense, it was a rough week.Being back in Seattle for the first time in years was hard enough, the fact that I was there for the dispersal of my father's will made it even harder. I had no intention of staying, until I got a football stadium-sized surprise as my dad's final gift to me.No ... really. He left me a football team.It's how I found myself in a conference room, staring down the veteran quarterback who wants nothing to do with a new owner. And that quarterback? It's my tall, brooding, tattooed jerk of a neighbor.Now he's everywhere. Next door with his daughter. In meetings. Don't even get me started on away games.Luke Pierson is under my skin, and pretty soon, I'm not sure I want it any other way.
Tilmeld dig nyhedsbrevet og få gode tilbud og inspiration til din næste læsning.
Ved tilmelding accepterer du vores persondatapolitik.