Denim & Diamonds

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>From <em>New York Times </em>bestselling authors Penelope Ward and Vi Keeland comes a new standalone romance.</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> When the board of directors of my company mandated that I go to a wellness facility in small-town Maine to recharge that shouldn't have included:</span></p><ol><li><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Using a ladder to sneak out of the bedroom window at night and going to the local bar.</span></li><li><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Getting so drunk that the bar owner brought me upstairs to sleep it off in his bed.</span></li><li><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Waking up staring at the taxidermy moose head on said bar owner's wall.</span></li><li><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Falling for said bar owner who was the most drop-dead gorgeous man I've ever seen.</span></li></ol><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But Brock Hawkins was so much more than just the hot bar owner. He owned half the town built log cabins with his bare hands and was apparently the most eligible man in all of Meadowbrook.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> He was also a cinnamon roll despite his seemingly rock-hard exterior.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> And the last man I should've been falling for-because my time in this small town was limited.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> I had to head back to my life in New York City one that was the complete opposite from the kind Brock lived.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> He was denim. I was diamonds.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> The problem was the sexy lumberjack wasn't the type of man who was easy to walk away from. Hell I couldn't even part with his plaid shirt that had become a constant fixture wrapped around my shoulders most days let alone think about erasing him from my life.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> A life with Brock though would have to be all or nothing.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Go big or go home.</em></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> I just didn't realize that choosing to </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>go big</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> might also mean getting my heart broken when Brock's life took a turn neither of us saw coming.</span></p>