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I don’t do summer flings—especially not with my hot new camp director boss who’s eyeing me like I’m the last s’more at the fire pit. Max Harper is grumpy, infuriating, and running this kids’ camp like a tech startup. We clash. We spark. We definitely don’t kiss with only the crickets as witnesses. (Except we do. Once. Then twice.) It’s messy, magical, and completely doomed—because summer always ends.
A steamy, heartfelt slow burn for fans of big feels, banter, and summer nights that change everything.
Steam level: 4/5. This is an open door romance—like, cabin door wide open and the crickets hear everything. 🌙🔥
About
Sarah Towns writes about men you shouldn’t want. But oh—you WANT, and you can’t resist. She’s all about capturing those moments when tension twists to unbearable levels and you’re screaming, “Kiss already!” And then, magically, satisfyingly, they do. Sarah lives in Washington state and enjoys her small town without a single traffic light. When her mind kept drifting to plotting steamy scenes during office meetings, she knew it was time to set her characters free.
Sarah Towns writes about men you shouldn’t want. But oh—you WANT, and you can’t resist. She’s all about capturing those moments when tension twists to unbearable levels and you’re screaming, “Kiss already!” And then, magically, satisfyingly, they do. Sarah lives in Washington state and enjoys her small town without a single traffic light. When her mind kept drifting to plotting steamy scenes during office meetings, she knew it was time to set...
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