A Little Luck

Adam Stone is not a saint.

He's six-foot-two, naughty blue eyes, cocky grin, and a bod blessed by the gods.

He's a surfer, a soldier, a pilot, and he's been my friend since I moved to our small town when we were just kids.



But another man took my hand.

He took my innocence, took my trust, and broke my heart.

I was young. I didn't know love could be a weapon.

I didn't know the hand that caressed you could also cut you.



Now that man is dead, and I'm a single-mom survivor wearing a mask so perfect, no one knows the truth. Trust doesn't come easy, and surviving is a hard habit to break.



But when a plumbing disaster leaves me homeless, one night in Adam Stone's (supposedly) empty bed changes everything.

I've hidden my scars so long, I don't know how else to be, but I want to try.



I'm in love with Adam Stone. I love every glance, every wink, every protective touch...

He says he's different. He says he loves me and my son, and he wants to take care of us.

I believe in this love.

All I need is a little luck.