You know in romance novels where the heroine lives a glam life with a hot billionaire who never wears a shirt? That is SO not my world. The plot line of my bestselling story? A harried single mom tries to make ends meet while washing her seven-year-old son's sticky hands and mud-caked shoes. Less a rom com and more a total comedy of errors. In this chapter of my not-so-interesting life, there's no wealthy, tattooed hero-no friends-to-lovers theme. There's no matchmaking godmother come to turn me into Cinderella. There are only bills and a house I love that I can't afford to live in. And there's the new baseball player who's visiting next door. He's straight out of the sexy books I sneak when my kid is asleep. Yes, he looks good without his shirt on. Yes, he looks at me LIKE THAT. He's a book boyfriend come to life, and he wants me. Do I dare? In my small town, rumors fly. And I have my son to consider. Single mom, remember? I have responsibilities, and a playboy doesn't do honey-dos. But, OMG, I'm tempted. As long as we can keep this hidden, maybe I can indulge. It may not be happily ever after, but it WILL be delicious. It won't last long, since he won't be here forever, so it shouldn't mess me up too much. Right? Except he gets me in ways no one ever has. If actions speak louder than words, he's shouting with every move. He makes me remember lost dreams, and he makes me hope that they're possible again. Yeah-I'm so screwed...
Buckle up. I'm about to ride shotgun with my secret book boyfriend.
Welcome to
Rough and Ready
, a small town with a notorious past, where the women are still sassy, the men are...well, rough and ready.