This trip was supposed to be a romantic honeymoon at a five-star tropical resort in Mexico. Warm Caribbean breezes and endless cocktails. Perfect!
But my cheating ex-fiancé sucks.
Not about to let that sucker of souls ruin my life any more than he already has, I go alone — on my husbandless Crummymoon — to soak up some shade and dive into a steamy novel while I heal my broken heart.
My Crummymoon gets even crummier when I meet Daniel—my irritatingly entertaining and charismatic vacation nemesis—who’s easy on the eyes and grating on my ears.
Things go from bad to worse when my solo journey quickly becomes overcrowded with my serial texting mother and two random vacationers who I can’t seem to shake (one is sugary sweet. The other…rhymes with witch.)
Oh, then there’s Walter and his jiggly bits. (Don’t ask… and don’t look. Trust me on this.)
Despite our initial dislike, Daniel and I develop a connection that flirts on the edge of something more.
Something this muchacha plans to avoid.
They say that ‘Love is always in the air’ at the picturesque El Corazón del Sol Hotel, but I’m steering clear of it.
I think.
