Out of the Blue · True Colors #2

“I wanted to write romance novels, but maybe I should try horror instead.”

Slate

Gavin Ross and I are destined to be friends. I want to be a writer like him. So much that I booked this beach house next to his so we can hopefully become friends and help each other out writing. I’m NOT a stalker. I’m his neighbor. Neighbors are supposed to be neighborly.

Especially when that neighbor gets hit by a jet ski and loses his sight.

This could be our chance to get close, and I could even help him write, and he could help me write too.

The only problem is I’m the one who hit him with that jet ski and made him just a little bit blind.

No cheating, HEA guaranteed.