BH

They came for peace. They docked next to a fucking disaster. Vesper Tide Yacht Club was supposed to give three painfully nerdy, glasses-wearing billionaires a quiet summer on the water. Instead, Alaric, Evren and Séverin discover BAD HABIT—the marina’s completely unhinged waterfront bar—and the three women responsible for nearly every incident report within a five-mile radius. Ottavia, Zélie and Mari have money, a 350-foot superyacht, one shared brain cell and a strict we don’t fucking date anymore policy courtesy of three cheating exes who unfortunately still own yachts at the same marina. Then three touch-starved, emotionally disastrous virgins move in next door: brilliant men who blush, whimper, worship, get jealous, crave affection like oxygen and start yearning for the women with an intensity that is becoming genuinely embarrassing. Now the exes want their girls back, the nerds are falling catastrophically hard, and the girls keep insisting nothing romantic is happening while stealing their glasses, falling asleep in their arms and accidentally turning three grown men into lovesick fucking puppies. Between drunken bartending, midnight swims, yacht parties, dock wars, terrible decisions and enough unresolved sexual tension to sink MALOCCHIO, Vesper Tide quickly learns one thing: The women swore off relationships. Nobody said anything about three nerds making that decision extremely fucking inconvenient.