Kingston Ale House

I've been in love with my best friend for as long as I can remember. I tried to tell her in high school, which royally backfired. Ten years hasn't changed things, but now I'm finally ready to lay it all out on the table. The only problem? She's got her sights set on someone else. I made the mistake of letting her go once before. This time, I'm going to prove that the only guy she needs is me.

The second I met Will Evans in his three-piece suit with that hot-as-hell British accent, I wanted him. That is...until he insulted my shoes and stole my corner office. Now I have to work side by side with the surly British arsehole who just set my career back six months. It's fine. That accent won't get to me, no matter how sexy it sounds when he asks permission to do things professionals shouldn't do. On the couch. In the corner office I still wish was mine.

I know where to find my happily ever after - between the pages of a romance novel. It's why I sell books, why I blog about them, and why I'll never get disappointed by love.

A good pint of ale, heating up the sheets with a beautiful woman, and living by my own rules. The only thing I try to avoid? Commitment. And I've got a three-year success rate to prove it. So why am I suddenly knocked flat on my ass whenever Grace is around? The beautiful, funny, totally off-limits massage therapist may knead the knots out of my back, but she sure as hell makes other parts stiff. She's on a mission to rid her life of toxins. No alcohol. No red meat. And, yeah, no man parts.