Calamity: A Friends to Lovers Romance

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He’s the rugged, hard-working guy I made the mistake of kissing last year. A friend. And worst of all? The two of us are the prime suspects in a murder.

Archer Jones is a tall, gorgeous man with a killer smile. When we kissed at our friends’ wedding last year, we agreed it was a mistake. We’re friends. Nothing more.

Until he walks me to my flower shop’s front door—and we discover a body.

The villainess who’s been terrorizing our town for the past five years is lying cold on my business’s floor...and the murder weapon happens to belong to Archer.

And as hard as it is for the detectives to believe, neither of us have any idea how it happened.

Prime suspects. Former flings. Good friends.

All we have to do is figure out who killed Ethel Brown, and we can go back to how things were before.

But in the process, I discover Archer’s more than just a pretty face with calloused, working man’s hands.

He’s got a possessive streak and a dirty mouth.

He’s not afraid of jumping into an icy river to save me.

And he sounds good when he’s reading my own spicy romance novels to me.

But if we can’t clear our names, our budding romance could end before it has the chance to bloom.

And that’s before we realize the real murderer has been waiting for their chance to make a move...

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