It was supposed to be a fling. A one-night stand. Then Jordan Kovacs asked for more. A date. I don’t date—I f*ck. While he showered, I left. The end. Or so I thought. I have a problem. My ex-f*ck buddy is getting married. And I can’t get out of going—long story. I need an arrangement I can understand from a man who only had me for a night. But Jordan has other plans for me. Things that will tip the scales in his favor.
A tryst was what she was looking for. A date was what I wanted. A chance. I understand Maria Tavares. She’s a beautiful lie. Now she needs something from me: a favor. So I’ll function in a way she can understand: an arrangement. Three months. All in. Strings attached. No interferences. Titles exchanged. The plan is simple, with only one rule—veritas. Let’s see if Maria’s ex-f*ck buddy understands that, too.
A.L. Woods is an author of rollercoaster romances, caffeine aficionado, and collector of Sailor Moon paraphernalia.
She lives 40 minutes west of Toronto, Ontario with her partner, Michael, and their 8lb larger-than-life miniature dachshund, Maia-whom they lovingly refer to as their ‘doghter.’
Woods can be found holed away in her office writing her next novel with a bowl of Nibs within arm’s reach. When she’s not writing, she’s likely belting out an ad-libbed song, emotionally investing in a fictional bad boy with a strong jawline and fluency in sarcasm or inventing fresh ways to procrastinate.
She believes that burritos should be in their own food group, loves the fall, winged liner, and listening to metalcore at an offensive level.