Hot Nights Winter Lights by Christa Wick

Laney: It all started with a blind date. For him, at least. Me? I didn’t even know I was on a date with the guy. Honestly, I probably would’ve botched it up if I did. Instead, I just dazzled him with how awkward and odd I am—exactly the kind of qualities any man is looking for in the new PR manager assigned to him, right? Seriously, story of my life. I regrouped though, you have to give me that. Now, all I have to do is not fall hopelessly in love with the hot, gritty, good-deed-doing man while working with him over the next few weeks. Yep, easy peasey…
Gary: Talk about memorable first meetings. It would be just my luck that the smart, sweet woman I thought was my blind date would turn out to be the PR guru from New York attached to my upcoming project. Here I thought the universe got it right for once. That’s okay though, I actually like this better. I figure a few weeks working on this campaign I’ve put my blood and sweat into will be a great way to get to know her better. Sure, there’s a few hurdles to navigate past here. And yeah, I realize her living a thousand miles away from me isn’t even the biggest one…