If you never learn anything else from me, Kleo Turner, know this: the world is always at its calmest before the storm.
This is the truth I live by, an unfortunate realization that hit me when I turned twenty-four and discovered that the monsters beneath the bed don’t have claws or sharp teeth. They wear suits and have known you nearly your entire life.
With my world shaken, I did what anyone would do: I ran. I always planned on coming home, returning to take over the troubled youth summer camp my family built from the ground up, but when I finally do, I end up face to face with Dean Lewis. An arrogant jerk and Turner Cove’s very own golden boy.
And yes, I said Turner Cove. No, it’s not a coincidence. My family practically owns the town.
Two years of partying and trying to lose myself in alcohol doesn’t make for the world’s greatest camp counselor, so in order to take back my family’s legacy, my father tells me I need to work alongside Dean. Prove myself capable of taking on the stress that comes with running a summer camp. And since Dean despises me nearly as much as I despise him, I know he won’t hesitate to let my father know the moment he deems me incapable.
But this is my home. My place in the world, and I’ll pry that camp from him if it’s the last thing I do.
That’s right. Sexy, broody, chip on his shoulder Dean Lewis has just become enemy number one.