Dirty Little Midlife Mess

Simone owes handsome, broody Wesley Byron a favor, and he’s calling it in. He needs a maid. Yes, like the type that cleans a house. Black and white uniform not included (she asked). Except on Simone’s first day, she finds herself wrapped up in Wes’s muscular arms as he introduces her to his family using the word “girlfriend” instead of “maid”. Then he ducks his head and whispers two words against her ear: Play along. For a woman who dealt with a difficult man for eleven years (and divorced him),those words are like throwing a lit match into a box of fireworks. She’ll play along. She might even have fun with it. And when the explosions start, everyone will enjoy the show... Plucky heroine wants to start over. Brooding grump wants to be left alone. Small town rumor mill starts churning. Hilarity ensues. Heat escalates. Then escalates again. Then escalates again. Kaboom. Who said your forties had to be boring?