Adam Stone is not a saint。
He’s six-foot-two, naughty blue eyes, cocky grin, and a bod blessed by the gods。
He’s a surfer, a soldier, a pilot, and he’s been my friend since I moved to our small town when we were just kids。
But another man took my hand。
He took my innocence, took my trust, and broke my heart。
I was young。 I didn’t know love could be a weapon。
I didn’t know the hand that caressed you could also cut you。
Now that man is dead, and I’m a single-mom survivor wearing a mask so perfect, no one knows the truth。 Trust doesn’t come easy, and surviving is a hard habit to break。
But when a plumbing disaster leaves me homeless, one night in Adam Stone’s (supposedly) empty bed changes everything。
I’ve hidden my scars so long, I don’t know how else to be, but I want to try。
I’m in love with Adam Stone。 I love every glance, every wink, every protective touch…
He says he’s different。 He says he loves me and my son, and he wants to take care of us。
I believe in this love。
All I need is a little luck。
(A LITTLE LUCK is a spicy small-town, single mom romance with elements of forced proximity, only one bed, who did this to you, he falls first, and a touch of suspense。 No cheating。 No cliffhanger。)