Just My Luck

You might think it's reckless for a single mom to enter into a marriage of convenience with her boss . . .

You would be correct.

To make matters worse, Abel King is a grumpy local brewer with a criminal past. He also happens to be my boss and a total stick-in-the-mud. Every time I come to work with a smile and wave, I'm lucky if I can get a grunt in response.

When I accidentally-on-purpose overhear that he's having trouble securing a business loan due to his criminal record, I hatch a plan to help the both of us.

The arrangement is perfect-a business transaction and nothing more. Like having a roommate without the hassle of other people bugging you for dates.

I will definitely not be falling in love with him-no matter how many times he says "my wife" and tingles dance in all the right places.

Trouble is, as time goes on, things stop feeling like business and start feeling a whole lot like pleasure . . . and really, that's just my luck . . .