It’s the late 1990s, and twenty-five-year-old Joshua, who has never been with a woman, is hungry for love. When he is not typing zip codes during the night shifts at a post office distribution center, he is visiting euphoric dance bars and desolated pubs in an attempt to meet women, only to be met with indifference and contempt. Then, one night, he meets Cynthia…

When the young woman arrives at the post office, she is shown to the computer next to Joshua’s. She speaks to him, and by that becomes the first person in the room to ever address him. As they stand together in the cold during their breaks he discovers a poetic, even tormented soul.

After a lifetime of living as an outsider, Joshua is invited inside the tasteful, artisanal life of Cynthia’s inner circle. He is so certain that if her extended hand touches his, neither will be alone again. But as he senses they are growing closer and closer, Joshua will soon learn that some things are just too good to be true.

The woman’s killing me.

I’m not the kind of man who would normally even consider blurring the lines between landlord and tenant or boss and employee, but Summer is a walking temptation. Neurotic and obsessive when it comes to work details, sure, but a damn cute temptation nevertheless.

She’s been a good tenant and an even better worker. Plus, she doesn’t simper or throw herself at me like a lot of women who find out my net worth. I’ve grown…fond of her, oddly enough.

But if she drags me out of bed in the middle of the night to talk about work one more time…

* * * * *

The man’s a saint.

Not only did Jason hire me for the greatest project I’ve ever run point on, but he also let me move into an amazing loft in his building as an extravagant job-relocation perk. Sure, he can be a grouch when I accidentally wake him up to go over the project, but he’s still a saint nevertheless.

He’s been a fantastic boss and a surprisingly protective landlord. But…when did his shoulders get so wide? And why is that growling voice of his making me all weak in the knees lately?

Also, is it still considered morning wood if it happens in the middle of the night…or something more?

NOTE: This high-heat, low-drama standalone is a quick & steamy rom-com chock-full of simple, feel-good fun. Contents include: One hot, burly blue-collar billionaire who curses a lot. One strong, feisty tomboy heroine who inspires much of said cursing. Lots of schmexy good times and swoony romance throughout. And of course, a sweet, melty HEA. No cheating. No angst. No stress. No cliffhanger. Enjoy!