My name is Peyton Parkes, and until Brazil, my life was predictable. I mean, Rio during Carnaval sounds exciting, right? Except, I wasn’t there to party. I was there because, as the only single person at the accounting firm, I was sent to complete an audit for a luxury hotel.
An evening stroll to clear my head took me to a rundown cantina where an exotically handsome man strumming his beat-up guitar completely dazzled me. Then, to my shock, he came to say hi.
Before the night was over, I had two things; his first name and one steamy kiss. We made plans to meet again, but fate had other ideas, and I left without telling Rafi goodbye.
Back in the city that never sleeps, I’d resigned myself to pining for the dirt-poor musician I’d never see again. Or maybe destiny would intervene once more, proving you can never truly judge a book by its cover.
This book was brilliantly written. When all you do is work, meeting a hot guy in a country you'll never visit again leaves you wanting more but alas you didn't get to see him before you left...or is it the last time?