My Worst Best Mistake

He thinks he can make me quit…I think I can drive him crazy. We've got 8 weeks to find out who's right. When it comes to sexy oil baron Grant Kingsley, you can leave out the drilling jokes—I've heard them all before. The question is, how did I, mayor of a tiny island on the Forgotten Coast of Florida, end up working directly under him? And why does my mind go to the most inappropriate places every time I ask myself that question? And what would he look like without that custom-tailored wool suit and expression of insufferable arrogance? Doesn't matter. After vanishing from my life when I needed him most, he's swooped into town with plans to turn our little slice of paradise into an ecological disaster. And he's forcing me to help pave this highway to Hades—well, he thinks he is. I'm here to block him by any means necessary, and as he's about to find out, I fight dirty. So dirty. Just like my thoughts about Grant Kingsley. In fact–wait, where were we again? Oh yes. All I have to do for the next eight weeks is: 1. Resist the charms of a delightful family of eco-villains 2. Hide an earth-shattering secret, and 3. Try not to fall in love–again–with my greatest nemesis. That last one may be the toughest assignment of them all.