Strings of fairy lights make horrible extension cords for personal pleasure devices. I found out the hard way when I started a fire with my excessive use of a high-powered massager. But to be fair, electricity has always been out to get me. Okay, maybe we’re more like frenemies. My flatiron depends on it, but I also fear the zap it sends through me on an unwelcome, regular basis.
How do I explain this to the tattooed, hot electrician that shows up at my front door?
She was festive, I’ll give her that. The jerry-rigged self-satisfaction station Monday Blue had in her bedroom was unique. Hell, it was flashing to a beat. Ever since I checked her fuse box, I wanted to fix a whole lot more than her current. Blinky lights have never been so tempting before.
There’s a strict no fraternizing policy between the apartment residents and our family-run electric company. I have no way to rationalize the humongous, naked mural she’s painted of me on her wall. I need to face the girl of my dreams and demand she see things my way.
Can Bear and Monday turn each other on long enough to let a flicker become a spark?
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🙃💜From #1 HUMOR bestseller, Debra Anastasia, comes a ROM COM full of s3xy laughs and swoony love. Monday Blue meets the electrician of her dreams the day her spicy personal massager cuts the power to her entire apartment complex. 🙃💜