Thirty-seven, divorced, and a soul-sucking job with nothing else going for me. The only solution? Pick up my life and move to a small town in Scotland to pursue my dream of writing mystery novels.

What harm could come from it?

On my first day in town, I destroy the new bookstore. Well, almost destroy. It was an accident. It was the cat’s fault really.

If only the animal didn’t come with the bookstore owner. Who has no business as being as sexy as he is.

I’ve sworn off love. After my scumbag ex, I want nothing to do with it. So why am I so taken with Ewan? Each passing day, he chips away at the walls I built around my heart.

I’m only in Scotland to write my book. Not to fall in love. But if Ewan has anything to say about, this might be my greatest adventure yet.