About the Book
One of the most notoriously eligible bachelors in Florida is finally ready to marry . . .
For fiercely independent Grier Hardey, being the human interest news girl of one of Gainesville's most unsavory local broadcasters has only one advantage: constant, ill-gotten coverage.
Music sensation Spyver knows where his duty lies: he must find a well-bred young lady—one with a bit of fame to her name—wed her promptly, and get to the business of producing a duo act.
The last thing Grier needs is some unattainable crooner curling her toes with his smoldering glances and wicked lyrics. As far as Miss Sky is concerned, she lacks the education to become a political reporter. And yet one kiss from this arresting female would be all it takes for him to realize that anyone else in his arms would be unthinkable . . .
For fiercely independent Grier Hardey, being the human interest news girl of one of Gainesville's most unsavory local broadcasters has only one advantage: constant, ill-gotten coverage.
Music sensation Spyver knows where his duty lies: he must find a well-bred young lady—one with a bit of fame to her name—wed her promptly, and get to the business of producing a duo act.
The last thing Grier needs is some unattainable crooner curling her toes with his smoldering glances and wicked lyrics. As far as Miss Sky is concerned, she lacks the education to become a political reporter. And yet one kiss from this arresting female would be all it takes for him to realize that anyone else in his arms would be unthinkable . . .
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About the Creator
Spanish Sky is me, but she was told to write this in third person. She used to live in Florida, but forgot to visit Disney World before moving away. Now she probably resides in an ice cavern, so don’t even bother looking for her cause it’s way too cold for you. Please don’t hold it against her that this book is a little short; she’s doesn’t usually write stuff like this. She’s fascinated by Christmas carolers, zippers, and miniature golf. One day she hopes to create the first ‘medium-sized golf’ course, where the ball is as big as a soccer ball and the windmill is the size of a windmill. Motto: If we all shit a brick, we could build a house.