Savage

Chris Savage.
Gorgeous. Famous. Arrogant.
He moved to my mountain for a fresh start...
Now he’s my neighbor
And I think he wants more than a cup of sugar.

He’s a global celebrity, and it’s not just because he’s mouthwatering.
He wrote a book no one will admit they’ve read, but somehow sold millions of copies.
People call it the Kama Sutra Volume 2 or the Sex Bible. He just called it You’re F**king wrong.
Tragedy struck, and now he wants solitude and a place to avoid the spotlight.
He certainly came to the right place, because the spotlight has never been anywhere near my town, especially not next door to me.
You’d think I would be thrilled.
Except he’s easily the most rude and abrasive man I’ve ever met. He’s a brute. A savage.
I hate that the sight of him makes my skin tingle and my cheeks flush, that I can’t think straight around him.
The worst part?
Some stupid, very stupid part of me knows I’m going to try to fix him, because he’s broken and hurting, no matter how much he hides behind his anger.
I just hope I don’t break myself before I find out what happened to him.