From the New York Times Bestseller Pepper Winters comes a snarky standalone full of romance.
By Pepper Winters
They say youÔÇÖre not trying hard enough or married the wrong person if you fight.
Sorry, but I call bulls***.
IÔÇÖve had plenty of relationships: some sweet, some happy, most an utter failure.
Until I met Harriet.
Our first conversation was an argument.
Our second conversation was an argument.
Our entire connection was based onÔÇªyep, an argument.
We tore up the rules of chance encounters and polite first meeting etiquette. And after the week IÔÇÖd had, I was ready for a punch-up.
Hell, I craved one.
And Harriet was there to antagonise me.
The first time we met, we spent every hour from dusk to dawn, arguing.
And when the sun rose, neither of us wanted to stop.
Because there was something so refreshing about being honest. Saying exactly what you thought. Picking faults just because you itched to fight.
It was only supposed to be one night. A night where the town was our battlefield, the clubs a microphone to our bickering, and the stars a listener to our squabbles.
OnlyÔÇªI wasnÔÇÖt ready to say goodbye.
You see, arguing turned out to be the best damn thing IÔÇÖd ever experienced.
So, instead of agreeing to the terms weÔÇÖd set, I revoked them. I went home with her. I refused to leave. And our argument turned into something so much more than a random quarrel.
It turned into war and our love wasnÔÇÖt sweetÔÇªit was hostile.