The Playboy Next Door - Sandra a Sigfusson - Bog

The week before I bought the left side of the duplex, I had dumped my cheating boyfriend and spent every penny to my name securing a mortgage on the purchase of my first home. As if that wasn't enough stress, I soon discovered I would be living next door to the sexiest bachelor in San Diego. To be clear, Brandon doesn't traffic in modesty. It's also impossible to ignore him. To preserve my sanity, I decided Brandon was off-limits. I despised everything he stood for and vowed to interact with him as little as possible. The last thing I needed was to be another notch on his bedpost. But Brandon had other ideas. I became his target, and he persevered in his challenge to get into my good graces. Without warning, my self-imposed non-engagement rule crumbled beneath the weight of his charms. Being in my good graces is one thing. My trust, however, will be harder to earn than he bargained for.