I’ve been relegated to my best friend’s “psych project.” Talk about an ego booster. She thinks I need love in my life, but if my parent’s divorce taught me anything, it is that I absolutely don’t. I’d rather stick with math. Numbers are safer than feelings. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t just think of Michael as a number.



I never thought I’d be locked in a bet in order to get a promotion at my family business. Blame it on stupidity, or my brother, (technically it’s both). The bet is fall in love in thirty days. But the girl capturing my heart has sworn off dating, so I’ll have to get creative.



This is a sweet and short romantic comedy. Holiday themes are light and fun. Trigger divorce.