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Sometimes you get a second chance at a first impression Mary Trace is bright, bubbly and back in the dating pool in her midthirties. All of her closest friends are in love, and she refuses to miss out on romance. So when a regular customer at her trendy Brooklyn boutique wants to set Mary up on...

Bienvenue à Honey Creek, Illinois, où la vie est aussi douce que son nom le suggère. Du moins c’était le cas jusqu’à ce qu’Alex Ramirez, Monsieur Dîner Fin en personne, fasse son entrée dans la ville en arborant un froncement de sourcils perpétuel. Pire que ça, il avait fallu qu’il décide d’installer son restaurant cinq étoiles prétentieux, juste en face de ma petite garderie pour chiens. Il était grand, brun et à peu près aussi chaleureux qu’un plat congelé.

Nora Lakes is sophisticated, successful, and happily single. Career problems aside, her life is fine the way it is, thank you very much. Sure, her best friends are all moving into a new season of life—full of husbands and babies and white picket fences. But that’s not what Nora wants.

I make a living out of screwing over the jerks who capture and torment supernatural beasties. But when I free a bunch of particularly powerful monsters from their cages, I'm not counting on them following me home like lost puppies - stunningly hot lost puppies, but still. These manly monsters are determined to repay me for my help, and they won't get out of my apartment, until they're satisfied we're even. There's something to be said for allies so devoted they'll tear off heads and shred souls on your behalf. I'm all for joining forces.

One date. That’s how long it takes for Marshall Harrows to end up on my bad side. Luckily, I have no plans to see the giant teddy bear again. Except when he shows up as my new roommate, I can’t escape him, and he’s just as irritating as I thought he’d be. He leaves cupboards ajar and puts empty milk cartons back in the fridge. His bedroom door is always open, I find his underwear on the laundry floor, and he has this whole bashful sweetheart thing going on that I just…can’t…stand.