Nothing says I love you like cookies and a little light stalking.
Elsie You can take a girl out of a small town, but you can’t really take the small town out of a girl, because I’m a fish out of water in Chicago.
My best friend is convinced my hot cop neighbor is in the mafia. I’m convinced he belongs in my bed. But I did not expect Noah Kirk to show up on my doorstep with cookies.
I definitely didn’t expect to bring him home with me when I returned the favor. Now, we’re in this weird place where he thinks we’re friends…and I’m secretly planning our wedding.
I need out of this friend zone before I combust. But how do you tell the detective of your dreams that you stalk him through the window?
Noah Bringing my curvy neighbor cookies was a desperate ploy to learn her name. I didn’t expect to fall in love in two seconds flat. But Elsie Cameron is the stuff dreams are made from.
Now, I spend all my time at her place…or trying to convince her to come to mine. But trying to tell her that I’m wild about her is an entirely different matter.
If I lose her, I will do shady, illegal things. But if she isn’t in my bed, wearing my ring soon, I may be forced to burn my own house down just so I can move into hers.
Whatever it takes to make her mine. Have I mentioned that I’m desperate?
