Jessica Joyce

"Jessica Joyce is a new and forever fave!"—Ali Hazelwood A USA TODAY BESTSELLER! One of Amazon's Best Romances of July Two high school enemies must reunite for a road trip inspired by their grandparents’ broken engagement in this electric debut romance. Noelle Shepard is unemployed, living with her parents, and grieving the loss of her beloved grandmother when she discovers decades-old photos of Gram and a smitten man, tucked alongside a love letter. She creates a TikTok to search for the mystery man, which goes viral, and she’s shocked when his grandson responds—a man who happens to be her high school nemesis, Theo Spencer. Noelle refuses to let Theo’s annoying accomplishments in adulthood—or his sexy smirk—stand in the way of meeting his grandfather and unlocking the secrets he knew about her gram as a young woman. When she learns that their plans to elope were thwarted, Noelle decides to take the honeymoon road trip they planned but never got to carry out. There’s a catch, though: Paul, Theo's grandfather, asks to come with her, and he insists that Theo join them. It’ll be a miracle if they make it through the trip without Noelle throwing Theo out of the moving car—or the bed they end up sharing. As the miles tick by, the tension simmers hotter between them...until she discovers that Theo’s hiding a secret that could cause their tenuous relationship to end before it can restart.

An Enemies to Lovers Romance

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“And did it get kind of high-pitched at the end?”

Where is this going? “Actually, yeah. A little bit.”

“Then you can’t forget, because that’s what yours sounds like,” he says.

Theo pushes me back, holding his arm out so I can turn under it. Then he grabs me and pulls me back home.

I shift my head the barest inch to see if Theo’s asleep, only to find him looking at me, his eyes glittering in the darkness. The rush becomes a wave. I’m underwater again, but my scream’s caught in my throat.

“I don’t know,” he murmurs. “You.”

I tip my chin up, hands on my hips, trying to grab my breath back. The sky is so close. If I could just reach my hand up, and Gram could just reach hers down . . . maybe we could meet again. It’s the closest I’ve felt to her since she died.

“Look at the view ,” I say against his mouth when we pull back for a breath. His thumb grazes over the plane of my cheek. “I am.”

“You’re talented. You know you are. And holy shit, fine, so you had to take a breather after one of the most important people in your life died. So you got laid off from a job you hated anyway, and you haven’t quite found your place. You tried to make a go at photography years ago and it didn’t work that time. Do you think that’s an indictment on who you are as a person, that you’re struggling? Do you think that I’d look at you now and think 

she’s going through a rough time, so nah, she’s not for me

I shrug helplessly. “Historical data goes against me. You dated a woman who worked for NASA.”

“And you mean more to me in two weeks than she did in nearly a year, you little Google stalker,” he snaps out, genuinely affronted.

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