Wild Love (Rose Hill, #1)

by Elsie Silver

“World’s Hottest Billionaire.” “I hate you.” “Nah. You love me. I’m the sunshine to your grumpy.” My brows pinch together. “What?” “It’s a thing in romance books⁠—”

He looks at her like she terrifies him. And she looks at him with stars in her eyes. But they’re both too alike to say a single word to each other. It’s adorable.

“That journal entry is fascinating, but all wrong. I was at home when you called that night. And I broke every speed limit to get to you.”