He’s her landlord, her favorite author, and her anonymous pen pal—and she has no idea.
Jessica My landlord hates joy. And bookstores. And probably puppies. Scott Avery just announced he’s hiking my rent by forty percent.
Which would be tragic, since The Fiction Nook is my happy place…and he’s my least favorite human. Except he also reads poetry when he thinks no one’s looking. And gives great book recommendations.
And the anonymous letters I’ve been trading through the “Letters to Local Authors” program are starting to sound suspiciously like him. No. Absolutely not. I am not crushing on my grouchy landlord.
Scott Jessica Wells is chaos wrapped in sunshine and sticky notes. She drives me insane in the kind of way that makes me check her socials just to see her smile.
I’m supposed to be raising her rent, not falling for her. But she doesn’t know her secret pen pal is me. Or that I’m the romance author she loves to critique.
Some plot twists you just can’t write yourself.
