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Have you ever accidentally booked yourself into a sex retreat?
No? Me neither.
Until I did.
Rather than signing up for the librarian wellness retreat I attend every year, I end up at an X-rated summer camp for adults, a risqué sex retreat where I meet a hot hockey player who looks like he just walked off the cover of a romance novel.
Picture me, whose idea of a wild night is rearranging my books by color, being schooled in the art of pleasure by a man who lists breaking hearts and booty calls along with slapshots and stick handling on his resume.
He’s the perfect example of every fantasy I’ve ever had, every alpha I’ve ever read about, and the vision of raw masculinity every romance novel tries to capture.
It’s not until I admit I’ve made the most delicious mistake of my life that that I learn this mix-up is the best thing to ever happen to me.
This man has me reconsider everything I thought I knew about romance.
My only question is, what happens when it’s time to go home?
