Wright Vineyard

I shouldn’t have hooked up with my one-night stand...again. To be fair, I was having the worst day of my life. I was sure that nothing else could go wrong. Then in walks Jordan Wright. We have a heated history, and I’ve been avoiding him. Not least of all because he’s a hundred percent my type with those big brown eyes, a ripped body, and his blisteringly broody charm. I said I’d never go near him again. But he’s there for me when I need him. And well, old habits die hard.

I never thought I’d say yes to a fake date. Let alone with Julian Wright. But I’m stuck attending my perfect brother’s doctoral graduation, and I can’t suffer through another round of parental disappointment. Julian has to go to a charity function he planned with his ex-girlfriend. We both need a date. Yes, we shared one kiss in a darkened office to make his ex jealous. But it wasn’t real. Was it?

No one on this planet pushes my buttons like Hollin Abbey. I don’t know if it’s the rugged, sexy cowboy look or the Harley Davidson motorcycle, or the cocky swagger. Or just him. But whenever we’re together we fight like cats and dogs. Now, our vineyards are rivals in the annual wine competition, and I’m determined to win.

Campbell Abbey is the lead singer of the biggest band in the universe right now. He’s also the boy I fell in love with in high school when no one knew my name. Now, I have a million followers, teaching girls every day how to love themselves and get over that boy that wronged them. If only I could take my own advice…and not still pine for the Wright that got away.

When I moved in with my brother’s best friend, I thought it was temporary. Weston Wright would be in LA with my brother for six months. I’d get the place to myself. Until he comes back and asks me to stay. I take one look at those beautiful baby blues, the dimpled smirk, and muscled arms, and say yes. I want to say yes to a lot more, but I’ve dated exactly one boy my entire life, and not only did he cheat on me with my bestie, now they’re engaged. I don’t even know where to start with dating. But when I mention it to Weston, he offers to teach me.

He didn’t know I was ten years younger. I didn’t know he was a Sinclair. He didn’t care that I was a Wright. I knew exactly what I wanted. Yet, I know none of this when I fall into his bed. Touching him is like finally waking after a long sleep and the thought of being without him is like driving a knife through my chest. But it's worse—he was almost engaged to my brother's wife—which makes him public enemy number one.

Chase Sinclair should be my enemy. Wrights and Sinclairs don’t mix. Not with years of history and turmoil between our families. A rivalry that only seems to fester and corrode with time. Except I’m done denying what I want. We both are.