New apartments should come with a trial period… I've just signed a two-year lease on an apartment I can barely afford.My job hit a brick wall so I need the place to be perfect to help me get my life back on track. But the first night in, and I already know my neighbor isn't going to make it easy on me. Tall, dark, handsome (and did I mention the British accent?), Shane Logan likes his nightly activities…a lot. I can hear everything through the paper-thin walls. I'm about to tell him that in not-so-friendly terms when I realize he isn't just sexy, he's also friendly and eager to be of help.Maybe having a neighbor like him isn't such a bad idea.I'm a writer in desperate need of inspiration. Shane so happens to turn into mine. With a deadline approaching fast, his offer to do me a favor turns into two and three. Before I know it, he's forced his way into my life with the tenacity of a whirlwind. I can deal with the fact that he's far too loud and far too sexy. But when my dog likes my neighbor more than me, I start to get a little suspicious. Soon it becomes clear Shane Logan has secrets.Plunged into the suspicions surrounding my neighbor, suddenly the only thing I can be sure of is that Shane is fiercely determined to hide the truth about himself. Remember when I said the lease should have come with a warning?Well, mine should also have come with a big red flashing sign.Author Note:About the book: Full-length standalone. No cliffhanger.Genre: Clean Contemporary Romance/Romantic suspense/Romantic comedy.Contains Christian themes since female protagonist grew up in a Christian home. EXCERPT"Well, hello, neighbor."I stare at the six-foot-three British guy, taking in his lopsided grin and the cleaning gloves and garbage bags in his hands. He's wearing a white, snug T-shirt and jeans that hang low on his hips-nothing remarkable, really, but for some reason, he looks like he's stepped straight out of a fragrance advertisement-you know, the expensive kind.And for some reason, the realization annoys the heck out of me. No one looks so good in the middle of the night. I know I certainly don't."What do you want?" I squeeze through gritted teeth. My good manners have apparently deserted me."Ah, now that's neighborly friendliness if I ever saw some." His lips stretch into a stunning smile with perfect, white teeth and two little dimples.I suck in my breath as another wave of annoyance hits me.Dimples.Does he have to have a perfect pair of those?I mean, why toss him a good thing or two from the genes pool when he can win the whole darn lottery?I bet his personality sucks.Apparently, Sammy doesn't think so because she's instantly stopped her barking and is now making those tiny wailing sounds that signal elation and are usually reserved for her best friends.Aka me.
