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๐๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ซ: ๐๐ก๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง
๐๐ฎ๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐: ๐.๐๐.๐๐๐๐
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๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฅ . . . ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ.
Dear Reader,
My name is Luke Edgewood, and there are few things in life that I require. Mainly black coffee. And flannel. And lots of solitude. And my dogs, Chewy and Indie. What I donโt need is romance, so I have no plans to change my thirty-year-old bachelor status anytime soon.
But my youngest sister thinks that by accepting a short-term construction job in the small European country of Skymar, Iโm going to follow along in her footsteps and discover my own romantic adventure. Nope. Bah humbug. The End. This time, her rom-com-movie senses are totally wrong.
Or maybe not. Because Iโve met a Grace Kelly look-alike who is annoying . . . until she isnโt. But she is impossible. As in, nothing can happen between us because she is a literal princess. Even though thatโs easy to forget when weโre working together to restore a castle-like orphanage in a secluded mountain town and โforced proximityโ includes a small closet, a secret one-hundred-year-old journal, and the tactile memory of an off-limits royal in my arms.
Basically, the whole situation has turned into an ooey gooey magical snow globe of romantic tropes complete with cute kids and an actual ball. Now, even my sentences are starting to sound like mush. Ugh. Send high levels of testosterone my wayโIโm going to need it.
Loyally, Luke
๐/๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐; ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐? ๐ฐ๐๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐?