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Sophie Kincaid faces age thirty knowing she'll never have her own happily-ever-after. Henry "Hank" Flynn is a foul-mouthed detective who knows all there is to know about solving crimes.Sophie doesn't believe a man like Henry Flynn would want her; Henry believes fate has brought them together. Fingers crossed fate wins because who doesn't love a happy ending?
Michael "Mick" Flynn is a crotchety old man, and he's only twenty-seven.Deciding to drink her sorrows away after realizing her work crush won’t give her a second glance, Mick Flynn is the last person Veronica "Roni" McGonigall expects to draw into her pathetic life.Can Mick and Roni be more than friends?
I never used to think that there was such a thing as a stupid genius, but that opinion changed when I met Ernie Flynn. Ernie is smart to the Nth degree about nerdy stuff, but when it comes to women or even life, he’s clueless. My name is Mary Claire Hammer, and I'm in love with that nerd. The trouble is, I'm also his best friend and roommate. I will always love Ernie Flynn. It just may not be the happily-ever-after kind of love.
I, Ernie Flynn, am irritated. The book before this one was supposed to be all about me. Hell, it was named after me, but my asshat baby brother ended up stealing the show. So, this little book is all about me––about me getting my shit together, about me figuring out that Kennedy Corcoran’s my person, and about me working my ass off to convince that same Kennedy Corcoran that I’m her person too. It hasn’t been easy because my woman is stubborn. And bossy. Oh, and dominant. Surprisingly, I’ve discovered the dominant side of my woman is hot as hell.
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