Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

If "bad decision" had a photo next to it in the dictionary, it would be of Alex Jones. George: When I came home for the first time in years, I was expecting a peaceful week celebrating my ex's upcoming nuptials, some quality time with my overly enthusiastic mom, and a much-needed break from the dumpster fire that my life has become. Instead, I've been tricked into sharing a tent with Alex-the human equivalent of a smug smirk-who somehow manages to be both infuriating and alarmingly attractive. He pushes every button I have, knows exactly how to get under my skin, and worst of all¿ I think I want him to. Which is great, because nothing says "relaxing vacation" like emotional whiplash and unresolved sexual tension in a nylon sweatbox. Alex: I keep things casual. It's easier that way. Safer than letting someone in and finding out-once again-that I'm not enough, or worse, that I'm too much. But George? He's messing with my game plan. He's uptight, prickly, and has made it painfully clear that he doesn't like me. But there's something in the way his eyes spark when we argue, something in his laugh and those quiet moments when we're not at each other's throats, that draws me in. The more time we spend together, the harder it is to ignore the pull between us. It terrifies me-because I want him, badly-but I can't let him see the mess I've been hiding behind these walls. Not now. Not ever. Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions is a standalone MM romance with high heat, a HEA, and no cliffhangers. Includes a blossoming idiots-to-lovers romance between an insecure flirt and the adorably grumpy man his sister has decided to set him up with. Together these two are argumentative, snarky, and hot like fire. If you like funny stories with lots of banter, off the charts chemistry, hurt/comfort, graphic steam, and the slowest, sweetest of all burns then read on!