Meadows Sisters Series by Indy Valentine

Two weeks ago, I finalized a divorce from a man who spent five years deceiving me. Now, I'm embracing a new chapter and another chance at the life I want. To celebrate being single, I decide to take a spontaneous trip with my sister to Capri, Italy. No itinerary. No plans. Only a promise to see where Capri takes us. Little did I know it would be on a yacht with a handsome stranger. Jones Archer is thirteen years older and dangerously charming... moreTwo weeks ago, I finalized a divorce from a man who spent five years deceiving me. Now, I'm embracing a new chapter and another chance at the life I want. To celebrate being single, I decide to take a spontaneous trip with my sister to Capri, Italy. No itinerary. No plans. Only a promise to see where Capri takes us. Little did I know it would be on a yacht with a handsome stranger. Jones Archer is thirteen years older and dangerously charming. He’s also a man who knows what he wants and has his sights set on me. We agree to one week of uninterrupted pleasure. No personal exchanges. No talk about the future. Just us. But there’s one thing I’m worried about—feelings. I’m not wired to ignore them. Especially when Jones makes me second guess everything I thought I knew about love. less

Losing my job wasn’t on my to-do list for this work trip. But here I am—unemployed, craving a decent iced latte, and one bad mood away from a full-on identity crisis. No job? This too shall pass. No plan? Story of my life. No boyfriend? Please. Men are exhausting. At least, that’s what I tell myself, right up until a grumpy ball of hotness offers to help me at the airport. Tuxedo in disarray. Jawline perfectly chiseled. Smolder for days. He looks like heartbreak suited in expensive cologne... moreLosing my job wasn’t on my to-do list for this work trip. But here I am—unemployed, craving a decent iced latte, and one bad mood away from a full-on identity crisis. No job? This too shall pass. No plan? Story of my life. No boyfriend? Please. Men are exhausting. At least, that’s what I tell myself, right up until a grumpy ball of hotness offers to help me at the airport. Tuxedo in disarray. Jawline perfectly chiseled. Smolder for days. He looks like heartbreak suited in expensive cologne. The kind I could get drunk on. So imagine my shock when he doesn’t just greet me, but invites me on the trip of a lifetime. No flirting. No expectations. Just company. Like I’m a checkbox on his to-do list. And honestly? Why not? My life’s a chaotic dumpster fire. I’d be stupid to turn down a free adventure. Destination: Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Sounds dreamy. Fresh air, scenic views, maybe some time for self-reflection. But it’s not until we get there that the plans are finally revealed. A marriage retreat. Yet, we’re not married. But something tells me he should be? Now, I’m stuck roughing it with a broody stranger in a rundown camper van, heading straight into the wilds of Yellowstone National Park. No Wi-Fi. No escape. Just me, the grumpy groom, and not a wedding band in sight. This might just be the kind of trouble I’ve been avoiding. I wanted a distraction. A quick sabbatical. Never expected it to be falling for the one person more lost than I am. less