She came home to sell a dying club. She didn't plan on the man who refused to let it go.
Camille Brooks is a sharp-suited Atlanta attorney who built her whole life eighty-five miles from the small Georgia town that made her. She doesn't listen to soul music. She doesn't go home. And she definitely doesn't fall apart in public.
Then her grandmother dies and leaves her half of an old Southern soul lounge called Sunday Morning.
The plan is simple: renovate, flip it, go back to her real life. The problem is the other half belongs to Wesley Boone, a widowed former soul singer who runs the place, won't sell, and looks at Camille like she's the worst thing to walk through the door in years. They clash over money, music, and the future of a building that means everything to him and nothing to her.
Until one devastating night changes everything.
Forced to rely on each other, Camille and Wesley discover the club is the target of something far bigger and more dangerous than a stubborn renovation fight, something that reaches all the way back to the life Camille thought she left behind. And as the walls between them come down, two people who swore they'd never risk their hearts again find a love neither of them saw coming.
But saving Sunday Morning will cost Camille everything she's built. And falling for Wesley will mean finally standing on the one stage she's spent her whole life running from.
A steamy, emotional, slow-burn romance about grief and grown-folks love, community and second chances, and the kind of homecoming that breaks you open and puts you back together.
Enemies to lovers. Forced proximity. Small-town soul. One unforgettable summer.
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