From bestselling author Mickey Miller, a brand new, hot-as-hell standalone contemporary romance:
I don't need a man.
I've figured that out pretty quickly after a string of bad dates. Every one, a disappointment. Either they want to use me, or I don't want to use them. Either way, I'm over it.
But then my landlord shows up exactly when I need a man.
And a drink.
And maybe a second.
So we make a deal. No sex for ten dates, which sounds easy. Despite the biceps bulging through his shirt. Despite the tattoos I desperately want to lick-- I mean, know more about. Despite the hunger in his eyes when he looks at me.
No, it won't be easy.
It'll be really. Really. Hard.