Red Hot Rebel

There's nothing worse than working with an arrogant blue blood who despises everything about me. Except getting stuck with him in the middle of nowhere. "They're just models. Air-headed and vain." That's what Rhys Marchand says the first time we meet, knowing I can overhear him. He's the last person I want to be paired with for this travel campaign, but unlike him, I wasn't born with a silver spoon. I don't have a choice. So it doesn't matter how much we despise each other, because I'd be crazy to turn down an around-the-world job to shoot in exotic locations. Not even Rhys's brooding will stop me. But somewhere between the turquoise-blue waters of the Caribbean and the cobblestone streets of Paris, I begin to see the real him. The man who's complicated and strong-willed, intelligent and secretive. The man who holds me tight in the back of a Jeep on a desert night. Rhys soon learns that I'm more than I seem. The only problem is... that so is he.