It Seemed Like a Good Idea (Deluxe Edition) - (Darling Springs) by Lauren Blakely (Paperback)

About the Book

"Grumpy meets sunshine with a Hollywood twist in this charming and hilarious small town romance from #1 New York Times bestselling author Lauren Blakely. I really don't need a bodyguard-I run a small-town lavender farm, for bee's sake! But I'm getting one anyway since my identical twin sister just booked the movie role of a lifetime and it's being shot in my hometown. And guess who my new broody, tattooed protector is? None other than the guy I had a one-night stand with last month. Correction: he's the guy with the wicked mouth and heated eyes who ran out on me before the bang without so much as goodbye. And of course he arrives in my tiny hometown where the film is shooting right in the nick of time to save me from the paparazzi at the market. The coffee shop. The dress shop too. I'm trying hard to stay mad after the third time the sexy jerk rescues me. Maybe just one night would relieve all this tension? But one night turns into another, and then into sharing hearts and secrets that are best locked up. Especially since he's leaving and I'm staying, and there's no way we can be more than a summer romance that ends far too soon"-- Provided by publisher.

Book Synopsis

"A Lauren Blakely book is a guarantee of a good time." --Meghan Quinn, New York Times bestselling author

He ghosted me once, now he's supposed to protect me?

I don't need a bodyguard--I run a small town lavender farm, for bee's sake. But when my identical twin sister lands the movie role of a lifetime and the production rolls into my hometown, I get one anyway. And guess who the studio sends to keep the paparazzi off my porch?

The broody, tattooed protector who slipped out before our one night stand even got started.

He's all wicked mouth and heated eyes...and apparently excellent at rescuing me from sneaky photographers. At the market. At the coffee shop. At the dress shop, too. Staying mad gets harder with every save--especially once he takes up residence in my cottage. My one bedroom cottage. As in, one bed.

One night to knock out this tension turns into two. Then into secrets we should keep, and soft confessions we shouldn't say out loud. He's leaving. I'm staying. It's supposed to be a summer fling with an expiration date--until the line between "pretend safe" and "real messy" blurs in the quiet hours before dawn.