Neat freak Lucy has a strict “no boys†policy when it comes to housemates… until fate and finances twist her world into knots.
Curvy redhead Lucy Featherstone has elevated her love of books to a romantic, but whimsical, climax. Her used bookstore has lent comfort during breakups from cheating assholes. It’s given her a sense of precious order in an increasingly chaotic world. And if it could just make her some damn money, everything would be just peachy.
Now, with her best friend moving out, suddenly Lucy’s mortgage is in danger. And the only solution is to break her biggest rule, and let a smelly boy move in. But when that boy happens to smell like sandalwood and sex, and look like a Greek god, Lucy’s grip on her rules—and reality—becomes that much harder to keep.