Connor

About this item

The moment a billionaire walks into my wellness clinic, it's clear we don't get along. Somewhere between the incense and the herbal tea, he starts insulting the business and stealing my ideas. Right then and there, I decide he needs to go. But then he offers me a job . One I can't refuse. I have big dreams and even bigger bills to pay, and this opportunity will set me up for life. So I find myself in Whispers - the small town where billionaires come to hide . There's more money in this town per square foot than anywhere else in the country, and thanks to Whiteman Whiskey, I'm now building my dream spa. For them. But Connor Whiteman and I don't see eye to eye. Owner of the company, Connor, is what girls call swoony. He's huge, all man, charming, seductively sweet - just like his liquor - and also best friends with the president. Not to mention, a pain in my side. As a