I will never fall for the good guy.

Riley is certain of three things:

Life is easier alone. Dax is an arrogant prick. Happily ever afters don’t exist.

Losing my copywriting career, being broke, and flatting with a woman who hates me is no surprise. At thirty-five it’s a Riley Walls special.

The house that’s been left to me anonymously in someone’s will however, is.

Considering that place has been the setting of my recurring nightmare, and the worst experiences of my life, someone’s eye is going to get poked with a fork when I figure out who’s responsible.

It would be easier if I didn’t need the help of ex-military detective, Dax Holmes, with his prize-winning jawline and goal to be a constant pain in my ass. Those sparks flying between us? A glitch in my well-built armour and a symptom of stress induced insanity. I have no intention of sticking around Glades Bay or getting sucked into small-town life. I need to uncover answers and give the house back with my middle fingers high.

But the more time I spend with the cinnamon bun detective, the quicker I unravel…