The Weekend Girl

Revenge is sometimes best served smoking hot

I ventured deep into the woods of Savannah, Georgia, determined to commit a sin that had haunted and taunted me for weeks. I was a scorned woman, burdened by the betrayal of the man I loved and would soon marry. I thought the only way I could forgive my gorgeous surgeon fiancé and move on was to give the good doctor a taste of his own medicine. He’d cheated with my best friend, and I would cheat with his best friend, and make damn sure he found out about it.

I was foolish to seek solace and revenge in the arms of a man I had no business being with. The weekend rendezvous that was supposed to have been my retribution and rebirth never happened because the friend found the sense I didn’t have and bailed on me.

Left alone, I’d planned to drink away my sorrows before returning to my problems in Atlanta when I crossed paths with a mysterious man next door with desire and understanding in his beautiful hazel eyes. When he offered to be my partner in crime, I couldn’t resist. I didn’t expect this Brazilian hottie to ignite passions in me that I never knew existed. As our desires collided in our secluded cabins, sparks turned into flames, and walls crumbled under the intensity of our unbridled lust. We embarked on a journey of love, redemption, and self-discovery far away from the secrets of our lives.

But we couldn’t live a lifetime of weekends, and the real world eventually demanded our presence.

Will the dark truths waiting for us beyond the trees tear us apart, or have we found something strong enough to give us both another chance at love?