august- T.S. Jameson Winchester Hawthorne was a ticking time bomb. One night in August at one of the Hawthorne Foundation’s many galas, the bomb went off. You weren’t sure what you and Jameson were, but one thing you weren’t was friends. For a time, you never needed anything more but salt air and the rust on his door. Twisted in bedsheets, lost in the memory, and his back beneath the sun, wishing you could write your name on it. But when his grandfather Tobias died, things changed. Avery Grambs was summoned to Texas for the will reading, where she was all but handed the multibillion-dollar inheritance in exchange for living at Hawthorne House for a year. Over time, Avery and Jameson fell in love. They were the picture-perfect, made for each other couple. A Very Risky Gamble and your ticking time bomb. August slipped away like a moment in time. ‘Cause he was never yours.