Lincoln by VH Nicolson

Love is for suckers.
It’s one of the reasons I’m here in L.A. on the other side of the world from my home in Scotland and the five-star hotel I run with my dad.
I’m sick of watching everyone else’s happy ever afters from the sidelines. I mean, if my own mother left me as a baby, what hope do I have of finding a woman who wants to stick around?
I’ve spent months traveling, surfing and working on my tan, but my need to work led me to take a temporary job in a gym for six weeks before I fly home.
What could possibly change in six weeks?
Apparently quite a lot.
I could meet someone who rocks my world with her killer curves, hypnotic hips and her purple dresses that leave little to the imagination.
She could ask me to take a leap of faith with her I can’t resist taking.
She could get me so hot and bothered I end up in the emergency room.
She could invite me into her home, introduce me to her dog that looks like a walking cloud, and break me out of my self-inflicted sex sabbatical.
She could show me what it feels like to be loved, so I never want to leave.
Violet West walked into my life and changed things forever. It’s just a shame that good things never last.