Hate at First Sight

Sloane Mercer came home to bury a father she barely knew and found a stranger measuring her inheritance for demolition. Wesley Ashline holds half of Mercer Records, the deed to the lot beneath it, and the same smirk he used in the blog post that ended her band's first shot at a record deal. He wants the building gone by spring. She wants him gone by Tuesday. The will says neither of them can move without the other. So they fight. Petty, precise, escalating — until a developer offers them both enough money to stop. Refusing is the first thing they've ever agreed on. The second is a kiss in a dim back room at two in the morning. The trouble is that Wes is one private call away from losing everything he actually loves, and Sloane is hiding a default notice in her coat pocket. They can save each other, but only by letting go of the thing they're fighting over. A grumpy billionaire, enemies to lovers, forced proximity romance about two people who hate each other on purpose and fall in love by accident.