It's just a one-night stand, they said. It'll be simple, no-strings fun, they said. They. Lied.
I'm done with love and being broken-hearted. The only dogs I want to deal with are the ones I treat in the veterinary clinic I work at.
But at thirty-four, having my first one-night stand can't hurt. Right? The rules are pretty simple.
1. Don't spend the night. 2. Don't see him again. 3. Don't share anything personal. 4. Don't fall in love with him.
But when Haze, the guy I spent a blazing hot night with and haven't been able to forget about, shows up as our new receptionist, the rules fly out the window.
There's no way one night could lead to anything more. So why has Haze got me hoping this might just last?
Contains mature themes.
A half-birthday + a second chance = one true love? As. If.
Who needs a man when I've got cuddly kittens?
No one's ever wanted me once they discover my secret. I guess that's why I've thrown myself into my work as a veterinarian, as well as become the proud paw-rent to my eight cat rescues. I've even managed to convince myself I'm purr-fectly happy being single.
So when Bishop, a handsome stranger, strikes up a conversation, I don't expect it to lead to anything else. There's no way a guy wanting to start over is interested in love. So why has Bishop got me wishing for something more?
Contains mature themes.
