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。）