Description

Things I know for certain:
1. Everyone I kiss has an accident within 48 hours.
2. The gorgeous private investigator at my door thinks I'm delusional.
3. I really shouldn't kiss her... even to prove a point.

By day, Eve sells crystals, incense, and hand-poured candles. By night, it's another lonely evening in with the cat. After her exes racked up broken bones, twisted ankles, and one memorable ER visit, she is protecting the world from her lips.

Then Sloane shows up at her store - all sharp edges in a sea of dreamcatchers, convinced that Eve's "curse" is really insurance fraud. The offer: let Sloane shadow her for thirty days to prove Eve's innocence - or her guilt.

But spending every day with someone who interviews your exes and looks at you like you're a puzzle to solve? That's its own kind of dangerous. Especially when Eve can't stop noticing the way Sloane's expression softens when she thinks no one's watching. Or how good she looks leaning against the shop counter in the morning light.

Sloane doesn't believe in curses. Eve doesn't believe she deserves love. But when the tension between them becomes impossible to ignore, they'll have to decide: is falling for each other worth the risk?