Sweet Trouble From Georgia

She cleans the hotel-day, night, and any shift they throw at her. On her rare days off, she scrubs his mansion too. He shouldn't notice her. But he does.

Sarah is exhausted-juggling too many shifts, barely holding it together. But she's got dreams and bills, and no time for men with sculpted jawlines and unreadable eyes.

Travis owns the mansion she cleans. Cold. Private. Gorgeous enough to make women forget how to breathe. He's not supposed to remember the girl with a mop and tired eyes.

But he does.