Junk Mail
READING AGE 18+
It all started with a sexy selfie.Texted to the wrong number.Oops.Not my finest moment—but I have nothing to be ashamed of.She thought I was no better, and I quote, than the knuckle-dragging douche-bags she was never dating again.It was a stupid dare from a girl I’d met online, but since she’d given me a fake number, I didn’t feel bad that my interests were suddenly focused elsewhere—on the fiery and sharp-tongued, Peyton that I found myself sparring with over text for the rest of the evening.The following day, my case of mistaken identity came back to bite me in the banana.When I strolled into the office, I was introduced to Peyton as the new client I needed to win over. The Peyton , in case you're not tracking.And let’s just say she had my full attention.Brains? Check.Beauty? Oh yeah.And the best part? She hated me on sight.Dear God, do I love a challenge.Let the games begin.
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Acknowledgements
I would like to thank you, dear sweet reader, for picking up a copy of this book. I hope you enjoyed it! I feel so blessed to dream up love stories for you to enjoy.
An immense thank you to my editing team of Elaine York and Pam Berehulke who were so instrumental in helping shape this story. I would like to thank the fab……
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