Nolan Blackwood

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Two years ago, Nolan Blackwood was the man I thought I’d build a future with. At 6’3”, tall, muscular, and effortlessly intimidating, with sun-kissed skin, dark hair, tattoos covering his arms, and a perfect white smile, Nolan was every girl’s dream—and once, he was mine. Then one night, everything fell apart. We said things we couldn’t take back, and I walked away. I haven’t seen or spoken to him since. Now I’m Julie Rain, twenty-two, petite with curves in all the right places, brown hair threaded with thick blonde highlights, cosmic green eyes, and a delicate silver hoop in my nose. Simple black eyeliner, mascara, and my familiar Hollister Wave perfume finish my look. Desperate for a fresh start, I land an interview at one of the most successful companies in the city. The salary is incredible, the position is perfect, and I’m determined to get it. What I don’t know is who owns the company. I step into the executive office and freeze. Behind the massive desk sits Nolan Blackwood. His grey eyes slowly lift to mine. Recognition flashes across his face before disappearing behind a cold, unreadable expression. “Julie.” His voice is deeper than I remember. My stomach drops. Of all the people who could decide my future…it had to be him.

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