Hilarious, hot, and seriously refreshing. Dirty Little Midlife Crisis is the book you didn’t know you needed.
Forty-five, recently divorced, and a certified hot mess.
The last thing Fiona needs to start her vacation is a flooded hotel room and a broken-down car…
Alas, that’s what she gets.
She’s ready to pack it all in and go home—wherever that is—when her knight in a wet T-shirt strides in to save the day. Jaw-dropping, panty-melting Grant Greene takes the “mess” out of “certified hot mess” when he walks up to Fiona and offers her a room to stay. No strings attached.
It would be, apart from the sparks that immediately start to fly. Sparks are bad. Sparks are dangerous. Sparks can cause a fire. And for a divorcee trying to start over, a fire is Really Bad News.
But bad decisions can be fun...right? Just as long as you don’t get burned…
Intrepid heroine gets more than she bargained for. Hot hunk bares it all (literally). Skinny dipping. Shirtlessness. Meddling townsfolk. Vicious feuds. Hilarious banter. Twists, turns, and shocking developments. And heat, so much heat. More steam than a sauna. Well-earned HEA guaranteed.
Laugh-out-loud funny, with cover-to-cover banter and red-hot heat. Dirty Little Midlife Mess is not your typical fake relationship romance. It’s better.
Simone owes handsome, broody Wesley Byron a favor, and he’s calling it in.
He needs a maid.
Yes, like the type that cleans a house. Black and white uniform not included (she asked).
Except on Simone’s first day, she finds herself wrapped up in Wes’s muscular arms as he introduces her to his family using the word “girlfriend” instead of “maid”.
Then he ducks his head and whispers two words against her ear: Play along.
For a woman who dealt with a difficult man for eleven years (and divorced him), those words are like throwing a lit match into a box of fireworks.
She’ll play along. She might even have fun with it.
And when the explosions start, everyone will enjoy the show...
Plucky heroine wants to start over. Brooding grump wants to be left alone. Small town rumor mill starts churning. Hilarity ensues. Heat escalates. Then escalates again. Then escalates again. Kaboom. Who said your forties had to be boring?
Holy heat! Dirty Little Midlife Mistake is packed full of the best kind of bad decisions.
Candice Viceroy—widow, mother, business owner—isn’t supposed to kiss anyone.
Especially not Hollywood heartthrob and hunky silver fox, Blake Harding.
Not in front of half a dozen cameras and a whole movie set’s worth of lights.
And not when, for the first time in nearly a decade, she gets certain special tingles in a certain special place.
So, Candice does what any normal, rational person would do:
She runs away. Literally.
One thing she doesn’t expect?
For Blake Harding—actor, Adonis, ladykiller—to lay chase.
That’s when Candice finds out she has a very, very big problem on her hands…
...because when Blake catches her, he isn’t planning on letting her go.
One little kiss turns out to be one big mistake. If you like laugh-out-loud humor, burn-the-page heat, and banter up the wazoo, then you need to read Dirty Little Midlife Mistake. Start with Book 1 for maximum enjoyability!