It's all fun and games until someone gets knocked up.At forty, Lucie has the life she's always wanted. Except for her chauvinistic boss. And the book she can't seem to finish writing. And the fact that she might have a teeny, tiny addiction to spending time in the bar downstairs from her apartment.Though that might be less about her wine habit than about Danny, the long-haired, soulful-eyed younger man behind the bar. Who also happens to be her neighbor. And the kind of nice person Lucie isn't. Whom she may have accidentally taken to bed a time or three. Who wants to cuddle after. Ugh.If she wants to keep her job, finish her book, and create the literary legacy she's always dreamed of, Lucie can't spend time on the silly things Danny cares about, like feelings and family and sleep.Until she sees the plus sign on that plastic stick.Fall for this steamy, standalone age-gap romantic comedy featuring a swoony, caretaking hero, raging pregnancy hormones, and neighbors who swap more than a cup of sugar.

It's all fun and games until someone gets knocked up.At forty, Lucie has the life she's always wanted. Except for her chauvinistic boss. And the book she can't seem to finish writing. And the fact that she might have a teeny, tiny addiction to spending time in the bar downstairs from her apartment.Though that might be less about her wine habit than about Danny, the long-haired, soulful-eyed younger man behind the bar. Who also happens to be her neighbor. And the kind of nice person Lucie isn't. Whom she may have accidentally taken to bed a time or three. Who wants to cuddle after. Ugh.If she wants to keep her job, finish her book, and create the literary legacy she's always dreamed of, Lucie can't spend time on the silly things Danny cares about, like feelings and family and sleep.Until she sees the plus sign on that plastic stick.Fall for this steamy, standalone age-gap romantic comedy featuring a swoony, caretaking hero, raging pregnancy hormones, and neighbors who swap more than a cup of sugar.

It's all fun and games until someone gets knocked up.At forty, Lucie has the life she's always wanted. Except for her chauvinistic boss. And the book she can't seem to finish writing. And the fact that she might have a teeny, tiny addiction to spending time in the bar downstairs from her apartment.Though that might be less about her wine habit than about Danny, the long-haired, soulful-eyed younger man behind the bar. Who also happens to be her neighbor. And the kind of nice person Lucie isn't. Whom she may have accidentally taken to bed a time or three. Who wants to cuddle after. Ugh.If she wants to keep her job, finish her book, and create the literary legacy she's always dreamed of, Lucie can't spend time on the silly things Danny cares about, like feelings and family and sleep.Until she sees the plus sign on that plastic stick.Fall for this steamy, standalone age-gap romantic comedy featuring a swoony, caretaking hero, raging pregnancy hormones, and neighbors who swap more than a cup of sugar.