Virgin Nurse For The Grumpy Billionaire

My grumpy billionaire patient is disgustingly beautiful.

Irrelevant.

My professional assessment: stubborn, arrogant, and impossible.

He said I'd quit by Friday—so I looked him in the eye and smiled.

Challenge accepted.

Six-foot-three of hard muscle the accident couldn't touch.

A fresh scar down his jaw. Cold brown eyes that dared me to leave.

His sister hired me, but warned me he was "difficult".

She did not warn me he looked like that.

My job? Get him back on his feet.

Eight weeks. Every day. Alone with him on the Maine coast.

Cleaning his wounds. Holding him up. Learning every inch of him.

And every time I lean in close, his breath catches.

His jaw goes tight. His eyes hold mine one second too long.

Like he's fighting something neither of us wants to name.

Then the reason I'm here catches up with me.

And the man who lets no one in, becomes the only one willing to go to war for me.

I've never given a man my heart.

Or my virginity.

Ronan Sinclair is about to take both.