Brooke J Losee

Three wishes. A lot of trouble…

Maya

After a four month trial period as an intern, I’m determined to get a position at the top analytics company in New York. All I have to do is knock this final report out of the park. It’s all going well until my drool worthy coworker asks me out.

On my first date.

Ever.

Somehow my natural aptitude in the art of awkwardness has failed to repel him. My focus has gone down the toilet, and I’m succumbing to his charms.

S.O.S. I’m sinking fast.

When did my dreams shift from becoming a senior analyst to kissing this guy?

Nash

Making bets with coworkers is a bad idea. Losing them is an even worse one.

Now I have to grant the wishes of an office intern like some kind of genie. It doesn’t help that I’ve been attracted to her for months or that this wager has me breaking my don’t-date-coworkers policy.

As an acquisitions team member, it’s my job to win over new clients. Now all I can focus on is winning her, even if she likes pineapple on her pizza.

But I can handle this. It’s only three wishes. What could possibly go wrong?

The only thing worse than speed dating is blind speed dating.

Vince

Speed dating should be illegal. Doing it with a curtain between you? That’s a whole new level of crazy. Which is why I’m surprised to make a promising connection. I’m ready to meet my mystery date face to face, except a beautiful distraction has me putting it off.

And by distraction I mean the woman staying in my hotel suite.

Because I accidentally murdered her career.

Oops.

Together, we’re planning our best friends’ bachelor and bachelorette party, but after the wedding, we’ll part ways. I just have to focus until then, and stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss her.

Piper

A millionaire cost me my job, I got served an eviction notice, and my bank account is full of big fat zeros. My life has disintegrated, but one shocking positive? Blind speed dating wasn’t terrible. I might even have a real date soon…assuming the guy ever asks me out.

Until then, I’m helping plan my best friend and her fiance’s combined bachelorette/bachelor party, all while staying in a five star hotel suite.

That belongs to the millionaire job killer.

Who may or may not be handsome and surprisingly charming.

Not that it matters. He’s way outta my league, and I already have a potential suitor. I just need to meet him without the hindrance of a black curtain.

There’s no playbook for defeating attractive neighbors…

Michael

Inheriting a suburban house with a white picket fence? Not my ideal dream.

Neither is my overly chipper next door neighbor. Sure, she’s drop-dead gorgeous and executes home improvement projects like a pro from some DIY show, but she’s also a murderer.

Of plants.

And my sanity.

My plan to avoid her would be easier if my football career hadn’t gone down the toilet, leaving me to live in an old house with maintenance issues and rose bushes that need protection.

From my neighbor.

You know what else needs protection? My heart.

Good thing I know a little something about defense.

Rosie

For someone with severe anxiety, buying a fixer-upper has its perks. Sanding drywall or installing hardwood floors after clocking out at my monotonous day job is the ideal deterrent for social obligations.

And I’m nailing it…until I accidentally kill my new neighbor’s plants.

And spray him with the water hose.

Possibly not by accident.

Mr. Chiseled Physique is kind of a grump, but I’ve made it a personal goal to see his genuine smile.

No matter how many lame jokes it takes.

And with his house in need of repair, I’ve got the tools and the perfect opportunity to wrench it out of him.