Summer Chaos
by @LyeleeWhen a California wildfire sends free-spirited Imogen Crane back to her sister’s Wyoming mansion, she walks into the pool house for a shower and walks out naked into the path of her future brother-in-law’s uptight, shirtless older brother. Now, the eccentric trust-fund runaway and the proper British professor are stuck sharing a guest house, and their blistering animosity is the only thing hotter than their first encounter.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Imogen Crane
A 24-year-old with a wild mane of black hair and expressive hazel eyes that shift with her mood. Her small frame carries a dancer's grace and full, soft curves she drapes in flowing silks and vintage lace, smelling of jasmine and rebellion. She moves through the world as if it's a stage she's just walked onto, half-finished script in hand.
Sebastian 'Seb' Fairfax
At 29, he's tall, muscled lines and disciplined grace, with sun-gilded skin, dark hair still damp from his run, and piercing blue eyes that miss nothing. He carries the quiet, coiled stillness of a man who ironed his own shirts at Oxford, his broad shoulders and runner's build a stark contrast to his precise, formal bearing. He smells of clean sweat, earl grey tea, and old books.
Amelia Crane
27, with the same black hair as her sister but tamed into a sleek bob, her hazel eyes sharp and assessing. She's the picture of polished, academic-adjacent elegance in tailored trousers and crisp blouses, her semi-mansion a testament to her curated, controlled life. She moves with efficient purpose, the scent of lemon verbena and ambition trailing in her wake. dematology physician assistant
Arthur Fairfax
27, with kind brown eyes, sandy hair already threatening to recede, and the comfortable, rumpled look of a man who lives inside his own brilliant mind. He's softer around the edges than his brother, with a warm, easy smile and a tendency to forget his coffee mug in odd places around the house. He smells of chalk dust, wool, and the single-malt scotch he savors in the evening.
Lacey Cavanaugh
Blonde bombshell. Man crazy. always getting with the newest hot guy. Party girl. Brings Imogen out to meet men. always a good time. very flirty.
Dr. Mark
Brown hair, brown eyes. Handsome, friendly smile. Pleasant human being. Make great french toast. 32 years old. Resident at the hospital.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
Naked and Unannounced
I arrive at the airport. Amelia has sent a car to get me, emergency, could not come myself. Of course the dermatologist has some kind of health spa emergency. When I arrive I go straight to my usual home, the guest house by the pool. I need a shower. The steam from her shower clung to her skin as Imogen padded, naked and humming, into the guest house living room. The scent of jasmine and damp tile filled her lungs. Then the front door clicked open, and the air changed—charged with clean sweat and the outdoors. She froze. A man stood there, shirtless, golden skin gleaming, dark hair damp, his blue eyes wide with a shock that mirrored the sudden, hot flush crawling up her own throat. Her breath hitched, her body acutely aware of every inch of exposed skin.
Chapter 2
chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 3
The Strategic Selection
The Pony Trap is a roar of cheap beer and undergraduate desperation, but all I feel is the heat of his stare from across the bar. He wasn’t supposed to be here. I wore the shorts instead, a petty defiance that now feels childish under his blue, analytical gaze. He leans against the wall, a pint untouched beside him, watching me fail to charm the Australian surfers. And the worst part is the slow, knowing tilt of his head—he’d predicted this, and my rebellion only proved his point.
Chapter 5
I make an excuse to Evan. I head back home. I decide to go skinny dipping in the pool. It's and indoor pool and Amelia and Arthur never use it. It connect to the pool house. I take my clothes off and jump inside