One summer. Ten days. One Spanish man who doesn’t do temporary. Ten days in Marbella, Spain. Bikinis, beach clubs, expensive cocktails, and getting into trouble with your three best friends. Then you meet Lucio Navarro. Forty. Divorced. Filthy rich. A father. And the dangerously handsome owner of Marbella’s hottest nightclub. He’s got hazel-green eyes, a sinful Spanish accent, and a weakness for a pretty American girl. Lucio doesn’t play games. He sends flowers, plans extravagant dates, spoils you shamelessly, and calls you preciosa like it’s your actual name. Between yacht parties, midnight kisses, and mornings in his bed, your summer fling starts feeling dangerously permanent. There’s just one problem. You’ve got a flight back to America, and your Spanish papi has absolutely no intention of letting you forget him. “Diez días, cariño? Voy a necesitar mucho más que eso.” Ten days, sweetheart? I’m going to need a lot more than that. 🍷🇪🇸
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