A single text blows up my life, destroys the marriage I thought I had, and sends me scrambling to find a safe place for me and my son, far away from my cheating ex. 
I need a roof over our heads. 
I need a divorce lawyer. 
And I need more hours in the day. 
What I don't need is the too-hot-for-his-own-good f*ckboy from the playground befriending my kid and insinuating himself in my life. I'm done relying on other people. 

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Except that I need a roommate to make ends meet and guess who needs a place to live?

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It's fine. We don't even need to be friends. And we definitely don't need to be anything else, regardless of what fantasies I may have in my weaker moments. All I want is to figure out how to stand on my own two feet until my divorce is final and I can get away from this little slice of paradise that has come to represent my own personal hell. 

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And the pilot with the disarming smile and revolving bevy of girls calling at all hours? He's a complication, but as long as he can act like a good roommate, I'm sure we'll be fine. 

The author would like you to know:

• if you don't like swearing

• if sexy banter isn't your thing

• if you think "military romance" means special ops 

• if you prefer angst and dark romance

• if you want sex to fade to black, behind closed doors

• if you don't like community and found family

• if you're not into emotional growth and adult relationships

This might not be the book for you.