Author: ashleymunozandbrittanytaylor

Charlotte:A dead cat, a stolen seat, and a mouthy Irishman—that’s how this whole thing started. I thought I’d leave the red-headed stranger with dark green eyes behind and good freaking riddance. Except he’s not even close to being gone. Mason McConnell is everywhere, drawing me in, like an invisible thread. I just hope that string doesn’t snap and break my heart.Mason:Two weeks was all I needed … heart.Mason:Two weeks was all I needed to go home, spread my cat’s ashes, and visit my brother. But one foolish decision at the airport managed to throw all my plans off track. Somehow,…