Hot Mess

I, Elle Evans, am on the run. Not from the fuzzalthough that would be more exciting. No, Im on the run from the four-year-old private tape that, thanks to my vengeful ex, has probably already ruined my vlogging career.Theres nothing like the entire world knowing what you look like mid-O. Creek Keys, Florida, is a million miles away from NYC, and its the perfect place for me to hide for the rest of summer until I can figure out what Im going to do. Which is something thats easier said than done since my new landlords daughter thinks Im Gods greatest gift. Even better? Their beach house is right next to the one Im renting, so theres no getting away from heror her hot British dad. Who most definitely does not think Im role model material. And he might be right. The problem is that neither of us can say no to her. Or to each other.