I'm done with men. Tattooing a foreclosed sign over my vagina done.
After a string-well, let's be honest, it's a lifetime trail-ride-of bad dates, I'm finally calling it quits.
I'm happy enough living with my best friend Carson, why should I hope for more? He's seen the worst of me and my past, helped me through too many panic attacks to mention, and he doesn't care I never made it to college. He makes excellent coffee, and the fact he's the best-okay, only-support network I've ever had makes him well worth keeping around.
And then I meet Rider.
Who, despite me making him the world's most disgusting sandwich, continues to find me. He's persistent, I'll give him that, and I finally know what it means to be wooed.
Yes, I swore off men, but only because I hadn't dated the right one.
Hopefully my past doesn't come back to haunt me.
And I might need to have that tattoo removed.
What early reviewers are saying:
I have the worst book hangover. Thank you very much.
***This is not always a light, fluffy story. Yes, it has funny bits, but the MC does get screwed around, and she suffers from Tragic Backstory(TM); complete with PTSD. If panic attacks are a trigger, this might not be the best book for you.
This version has UK spelling.
