An emotional age-gap contemporary romance.

It was just a fling. It wasn't supposed to last. He definitely wasn't supposed to become the air I breathed and everything worth fighting for...

At age thirty-eight I was living the life I was supposed to. A house, career, secure future. My existence checked every box-until a hot young contractor working upstairs became a steamy fantasy-turned-reality. Jace Beckett was supposed to be a distraction. Just a little fun in an otherwise stale life.

It was supposed to be the end of the story, not the beginning.

What do you do when forbidden lust becomes forbidden love?

When something you shouldn't even have rewrites everything you thought you wanted?