Made For Each Other

A few months back Anna Claire Clouds ran smack into the guy who'd star in every guilty daydream she could cook up. Vince Karter. One look, and the rest of Paris blurred. They clicked so hard it rattled the cutlery, but real life tapped her on the shoulder and she had to leave. Now Vince is back on American soil, suitcase in one hand, trouble in the other. They both know what happened under those wrought-iron balconies won’t stay buried once they’re in the same room. She’s already imagining the second the hotel door clicks shut and everything they packed away bursts open like cheap champagne. No amount of polite small talk will save them. They were built for each other, plain and simple, and the heat between them is going to light the place up.