One Weekend in Boston — Elizabella Baker

Shannon

A dart on a map.

That's how I ended up in Boston in a bar drinking away my problems. The main one being my crazy ex. Men were the devil and I didn't need them in my life.

Then I heard him speak and suddenly all rational thought went out the window. Before I knew what I was doing, we were back in Jack's hotel room and I was convinced one night couldn't hurt.

Boy was I wrong.

Jack

Random hookups weren't my thing but sometimes a man had to resort to desperate measures. Especially when the stranger next to me was the woman of my dreams.

Even before she tried to sneak out, I knew one night with Shannon would never be enough. She asked me if I was trouble but it turns out she's the one in need of help and I will stop at nothing to make sure she's safe.