Millie Jones: Eccentric recluse and all-around hot mess. In other words, the last person Bishop Sullivan would normally shack up with. But he's about to be homeless and unemployed, thanks to a bad breakup with his ex. Taking on the role of Millie's live-in assistant and general craziness wrangler might not be the ideal solution to his problems, but at least it can't make things worse.
*cue Satan's laughter*
Mastermind behind the popular adult entertainment website, Kinky Jones, Millie built an empire off of her favorite pastime. Not only does she get to feed her addiction to her heart's content, it allows her to avoid real relationships and the inevitable pain of being rejected because of her quirks.
The last thing she wants is a roommate—even if he is a gorgeous Irish stud muffin—but after suffering injuries from a freak dumpster diving accident (Don't ask) she's forced to make the dreaded offer to Bishop. As the younger brother to two kinkier than hell gigolos, you'd think he wouldn't be so repressed. (Seriously, has the man never seen a woman doing the two-finger taco tango before? That'll teach him to walk in on her without knocking first.) Only...with the intense chemistry sizzling between them lately, the idea of them doing a little mattress mamboing together suddenly doesn't sound insane. What does, though? Giving her heart to Bishop when there's no possible way he could love a train wreck like her. And especially not when he's planning to move back home to Ireland.
The only option for two complete opposites who have a wicked case of kinky jones for each other, and no hope for a future? Hit it and quit it. Only problem? There's no Twelve Step program for this addiction...
