Lies From My Best Friend’s Brother — As I open my eyes, I see a dark-haired, green-eyed man in the corner chair. The last thing I expect is that he’s my BFF’s billionaire cousin, whom I don’t remember. I’m in the hospital with no recollection of why I’m here.
Nicholas Saint-Michael – even his name is sexy. He is eye-candy gorgeous, and his sleeve tats hint he’s a bad boy. Ooohh…his lips are yummy, not to mention those six-pack abs and sun-kissed, bulging forearms. I can’t take my eyes off him. Those lips look velvety-soft and that first kiss tells me I’m right. But I need to remember.
