He puts the scrw in screwball comedy...
Brynn
At 34, I'm reeling from a divorce. I don't want to party or try to move on. I just want to stay home and post a new recipe on my blog: Brynn's Dips and Balls. But my friends aren't having it. Get out there again, they say. It will be fun, they say. I'm still taking a hard pass.
Free designer cocktails, they say. And that's a game-changer. Too bad my ex shows up with his new arm candy. That's when I lost my mind. But when my besties dare me to leap on the first single man I see, they don't expect me to actually go through with it.
Tom
All I need right now is some peace and quiet while my home renovation TV show is on hiatus. But when a curvy woman in a red wrap dress charges me like she's a gymnast about to mount my high bar, all I can do is brace myself and catch her. What follows is the hottest experience of my adult life.
I want a repeat, but my flying Cinderella disappears immediately afterward. She doesn't leave a glass slipper, either - just a pair of panties with chocolate bunnies printed on them. But I will find her.
