β Scribed by Kirsty Moseley
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Perma-single Amy Clarke prides herself on three things: her pink hair, her Converse collection, and her ability to drink copious amounts of margarita without puking. She isnβt looking for love. Sheβs perfectly content with her simultaneous love affairs with Netflix and both BenandJerry. The trouble is, sometimes, love finds you.
Five months ago, he climbed aboard her train, and nothing has been the same since. Fast-forward to now, she still doesnβt know his name, but she knows she wants his babies.
Her crushβthis tall, dark, and handsome dork who gets on her train every other Mondayβhas no idea he brightens her day with his panty-wetting smile and laugh that makes her pulse quicken.
When a chance encounter outside of work forces them to have their first proper conversation, things quickly go from loving him from afar to up close andverypersonal. With a string of disastrous exes in her past, has Amy finally found her Mr Perfect? Or does fate have other plans?
A new stand-alone romcom from Kirsty Moseley, best-selling author ofThe Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom WindowandNothing Left to Lose.**
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