Con Riley

It’s all Harry Lancaster’s fault.

He’s the reason I have to make a new rule for the Heppel Exes. I don’t know why he left me in charge of our meet-up group. Any of the other members would have made a better temporary leader. They’re all professionals used to giving orders. I’m just an East-End mudlark who clears houses for a living. 

But no, Harry picked me to take over while he’s out of the country, and herding highly sexed cats would be easier. No word of a lie, Exes keep falling into bed together, then falling out with each other, and now the club named after our founder is at risk of imploding. Hence, my new rule until Harry is back in London.

No more sex between Exes.

Regret slams me straight in the chest when Dair Sinclair walks into my first meeting as leader.

He’s different from the last man I shared my life with. Sweet and caring instead of driven. A little fragile, like the antiques I secretly wish I could restore and treasure instead of selling. And when Dair tells me he has a month to clear out his own home before leaving the city for good, I’m faced with two options.

Keep that rule and miss my one chance to love him. Or break it and still lose him.