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You All Over Me
Edition FormatPaperback & Kindle, Paperback, Ebook
Weight12 oz (~0.75 lbs)
Inventory50 copies available
SeriesThe Posse (Book 2)
PublisherVance Editorial Press
The Posse • Book 2

You All Over Me

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Rachel Davenport has it all—great friends, a thriving business, a house she loves, and a high school sweetheart meant to be her happily ever after. So why does her perfect life feel…not so perfect? After a disastrous fight leaves her feeling empty and more alone than ever, Rachel grabs a suitcase full of designer sneakers and bolts. Goodbye neat little life plan. Hello chaos. Enter Amir: part-time coffee buddy, cardigan enthusiast, and billionaire with a guest room far nicer than any hotel suite. When he offers her a place to crash, Rachel can’t say no—especially not to those whiskey-brown eyes. What starts as friendly roommate vibes quickly turns into flirty banter, stolen glances, and enough sparks to set his Prada sweaters on fire. But as reality comes crashing in, Rachel has to decide if she’s brave enough to turn their whirlwind romance into forever…or if she’ll run again before it even has a chance.
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The rain came down in silver sheets across the moor, blurring the edge of the forest until the world seemed to shrink to the small stone lodge at the foot of the glen. Lady Jane stood by the leaded window, watching the storm trace paths down the glass, her thoughts far more turbulent than the Scottish sky.

A letter lay open on the writing desk behind her, its heavy wax seal broken like a promise. The ink was dry, yet the words felt hot, burning themselves into the quiet life she had fought so fiercely to build after the London season had collapsed in scandal.

Then, through the dark mist, came the sound of hooves. A single rider, hunched against the gale, turning up the gravel path. Jane's hand went to the lace at her throat. It was too late for a messenger, and far too dangerous for a friend.