Connor

The moment a billionaire walks into my wellness clinic, it‘s clear we don‘t get along . Somewhere between the incense and the herbal tea, he starts insulting the business and stealing my ideas. Right then and there, I decide he needs to go. But then he offers me a job . One I can‘t refuse. I have big dreams and even bigger bills to pay, and this opportunity will set me up for life. So I find myself in Whispers - the small town where billionaires come to hide. There‘s more money in this town per square foot than anywhere else in the country, and thanks to Whiteman Whiskey, I‘m now building my dream spa. For them. But Connor Whiteman and I don‘t see eye to eye. Owner of the company, Connor, is what girls call swoony. He‘s huge, all man, charming, seductively sweet - just like his liquor - and also best friends with the president. Not to mention, a pain in my side. As a plus-sized woman , I‘ve faced my share of insecurities, yet Connor instills confidence I never knew I had. Our arguments become electric, our flirting off the charts. But he is my boss, I‘m his employee , and we‘re playing with fire. I should have stayed away. I should have kept my distance. Because when my past comes back to haunt me, it puts him in danger, and I don‘t want them to take Connor down too.