Iggy Wilker never expected his 36th birthday to turn into an existential crisis. When Iggy’s friends celebrate him with his usual favorite pastime -- drinking, dancing, and willing guys -- he suddenly wants nothing to do with any of it. He’s fed up and ready for something else. The question is what?<br><br>Ronan Clenney has had his eye on his neighbor forever, but as a single father of a precocious eleven-year-old, he’s never believed he stands a chance. But over a late night cup of tea, it seems circumstances have changed. Is this the right time, finally?<br><br>Iggy has never believed in romance, but can Ronan show him he’s wrong? That love is a real thing?

Awakenings and French Songs

“What? No!” My quick denial is an irritated growl. “If I wanted convenient, I wouldn’t pick the guy across the hall. If shit hits the fan, we’re in for some awkward-as-fuck situations. I also wouldn’t pick the guy with a kid, who’s been clear all along he wants someone who’ll stick around.”


I shove my food out of the way and lean my elbows on the table. “You.” It’s a simple word, but there’s nothing easy about it. I feel as though I just reached into my chest and tore out my heart. And now I hold it in my hands, waiting for him to accept, and I’m one second away from fainting with anxiety.


He doesn’t say anything, just keeps looking at me with an intensity so huge it sears through flesh and bone. I can’t take it, so I close my eyes. Talking about wants and wishes and feelings is hard enough without seeing them right in front of my eyes.


Chapter 9