?? My best friend dared me to write a summer bucket list. No filter. No limits. No pretending to be the mayor’s good little daughter for once in my life.
So — three glasses of wine deep — I wrote it. Every fantasy. Every wild thing I’ve been too careful to try.
Things that would make my mother clutch her pearls and my daddy call an emergency prayer meeting. Then I sent it to the wrong number.
Titus Calhoun is grumpy, rough-handed, and the last man in Copper Falls my family would ever approve of. He also just read every word. His reply? “Now that’s quite a list.” ??
?? Grumpy-sunshine ? Wrong number ? Enemies-to-lovers ? Cowboy romance ? Small town ? Scorching heat ? Guaranteed HEA
