"The feud between Weston Lockwood and me started at the altar. Only neither of us attended the wedding, and the nuptials happened decades before either of us were born. Our grandfathers had been best friends and business partners, at least up until my grandfather's wedding day--when his bride-to-be blurted out she couldn't marry him becuase she was also in love with Weston's grandfather. The two men spent years fighting over Grace Copeland, who also happened ot be thier third business parnter. But in the end, neither man could steal hafl hof her heart from the o ther. Eventually, they all went their seperate ways. Our grandfathers married other women, and the two men became tone of the biggest business rivals in history. Our fathers continued the family tradition of fueding. And then Weston and I did, too. For the most part, we kept as much distance as possible. Until the day the woman who started the feud died--and unexpectedly left one of th most valuable hotels in the world to our grandfathers to share. Now I'm stuck in a hotel with the man I was born to hate, trying to unravel the mess our families inherited. Asusual, it didnb't take long for us to be at each other's throats. Weston Lockwood was everything I hated: tall, smart, cocky, and too gorgeous for his own good. We were fire and ice. But that shouldn't be an issue. Our families were used to being at war. There was just one minor problem, though. Every time Weston and I fought, we shomehow would up in bed." --page [4] of cover
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