Who buys a cottage in a New England fishing village on a whim？ A stressed-out， twice-divorced romance writer and single mother looking for a fresh start， that’s who。 Despite what my besties say about my three-year dry spell， I’m not looking for a man。 Or drama。 Or sex。 I’ve got enough on my plate with writer’s block and a daughter who refuses to grow up。 Community。 That’s what I need。 Unfortunately， it seems the universe has other ideas。 Either Chatemup， Massachusetts， has a serious shortage of single women， or I’ve become a hot mess magnet for the male species。

At least I’ve found one funny， good-hearted friend: fish peddler Declan Miller， my brainstorming adventure buddy who stirs my creative juices。 I’m his Writer Girl。 He’s my Dimple Dude。 Just scruffy， granite-chested， deep-voiced， ex-military brawn who happens to be—oh， Nicole， what are you doing to yourself？—stoking a long-neglected fire without even trying。

A self-confessed hot mess， divorced single dad Declan is too old for relationship games。 Not interested。 Same here。 So why do I keep thinking about him？ Preferably naked。 Because I’m a hot mess， too？ At least he’s inspiring me to write。 If only real life were like one of my novels。 At least then I’d have a better idea of how this was going to end。