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