Series: A Good Run of Bad Luck #3
Author: Giulia Lagomarsino
Genre: Small Town Romance/Action Adventure
Release Date: November 1, 2021
Cover Design: T.E. Black Designs
Cover Model: Forest H.
Photographer: Wander Aguiar

Carter Roy, the man that attracts all the ladies, but never gets them. He’s sexy and charming, but hasn’t found the woman that can keep his attention.
Abby
I just moved to this town six months ago, but I’m already loving it! Granted, I get lost a lot and I tend to stick out like a sore thumb. And then there’s the deputy-sheriff. He’s hot, but fighting this attraction every step of the way. I just have to find a way to make him see me through my six cats, crazy outfits, and my propensity to get into car accidents.

āWho is she?ā Jack asked, bringing me out of my inner-musings.
āWho?ā
āThe woman youāre going all googly-eyed over.ā
I waved him off. āI donāt know what youāre talking about. Iām not googly-eyed over anyone.ā
āRight, you just got this far off look in your eyes that I only see when youāre dating someone new.ā
āWell, then youāre wrong, because Iām not dating anyone.ā
āYou donāt have to be to appear that way. So, itās someone youāve met, but youāre not with,ā he nodded to himself as he started walking around the room. āAnd it canāt be someone youāve already dated, so that knocks out half the town.ā
I rolled my eyes at him. He placed his hand against his chin, scratching at his jaw as he thought.
āAnd it canāt be someone from out of town, at least, not that far out of town, because you hardly ever leave town.ā
āThis is ridiculous.ā
āYou were just at the hospital. Itās possible you met someone there.ā
I held my breath, wondering if he would guess who it was.
āBut youāre not the type to fall for a damsel in distress. Youāve always liked women that could watch after themselves. Like Anna,ā he grinned.
He would definitely never guess Abby then. She was the opposite of Anna in every way.
āSo, itās got to be someone new to the area, someone that youāre interested in, but since you havenāt actually asked her out, there has to be something holding you back.ā
He stopped his pacing, snapping his fingers at me. āThat new chick.ā He snapped his fingers as he tried to come up with a name. āAbigail. Yes, that woman you hugged in the middle of the street. Thatās who it is, isnāt it?ā
Crap, I was so screwed. āWhy would you think itās her?ā
āOh, come on! You were hugging a woman!ā
āYeah, because she was upset.ā
āAnd you donāt like to comfort women. Thatās not your MO at all.ā
āExactly,ā I said, hoping he would disprove his own theory.
āAnd thatās what it is about her. Sheās good looking, and despite the fact that you donāt like weak women, you like her.ā
āSheās not weak,ā I argued, giving myself away. I closed my eyes, shaking my head as he laughed.
āHoly shit. So, what is it about her?ā
āNothing. Thereās absolutely nothing about her. Itās not her.ā
āItās gotta be the whole damsel thing. The question is, what makes her different?ā
āI just said itās not her.ā
āRight, which means it is.ā
He rushed over to his computer and started typing.
āWhat are you doing?ā
āChecking her background.ā
āWhy?ā I asked, rushing over to his side.
āBecause I want to know more about her.ā He pulled up her name in the system, laughing at what he found. I sighed, rubbing at my eyes. āSo, not only is she a damsel in distress, but sheās a very chaotic damsel, and thatās what you like about her.ā
āI never said I liked her!ā
āI should have known it. The moment I saw the footage of you holding her in the street, I should have known you were going to fall for her. Of course, Iām surprised it took this long. But now that I think about it, whenever we go outāā
āThe people always shout,ā I interrupted, hoping to throw him off, but he kept going.
āāyouāre always looking around, like youāre watching for someone.ā
āBullshit. Youāre seeing what you want to see.ā
āNo, Iām finally paying attention. So, tell me about her.ā
āThereās nothing to tell,ā I argued. āI donāt know anything about her.ā
āYou must know something,ā he laughed, āotherwise you wouldnāt be so wrapped up in her.ā
I walked away from him, sitting down at my desk with a huff. āIām not wrapped up in anyone. I donāt like her. I donāt know her, and I definitely am not the man for her.ā
āSo you do know something about her. Because if you didnāt, you wouldnāt know if you were the right man for her or not,ā he said, jabbing a finger in my direction.
āFine, you want to know about her? Sheās some kind of hippie. She has a living room filled with fluffy pillows, no furniture, and weird tea.ā
He nodded, grinning at me the whole time. āDid you drink the tea?ā
āFuck off,ā I said, storming out of the station, his laughter floating behind me.
āWho?ā
āThe woman youāre going all googly-eyed over.ā
I waved him off. āI donāt know what youāre talking about. Iām not googly-eyed over anyone.ā
āRight, you just got this far off look in your eyes that I only see when youāre dating someone new.ā
āWell, then youāre wrong, because Iām not dating anyone.ā
āYou donāt have to be to appear that way. So, itās someone youāve met, but youāre not with,ā he nodded to himself as he started walking around the room. āAnd it canāt be someone youāve already dated, so that knocks out half the town.ā
I rolled my eyes at him. He placed his hand against his chin, scratching at his jaw as he thought.
āAnd it canāt be someone from out of town, at least, not that far out of town, because you hardly ever leave town.ā
āThis is ridiculous.ā
āYou were just at the hospital. Itās possible you met someone there.ā
I held my breath, wondering if he would guess who it was.
āBut youāre not the type to fall for a damsel in distress. Youāve always liked women that could watch after themselves. Like Anna,ā he grinned.
He would definitely never guess Abby then. She was the opposite of Anna in every way.
āSo, itās got to be someone new to the area, someone that youāre interested in, but since you havenāt actually asked her out, there has to be something holding you back.ā
He stopped his pacing, snapping his fingers at me. āThat new chick.ā He snapped his fingers as he tried to come up with a name. āAbigail. Yes, that woman you hugged in the middle of the street. Thatās who it is, isnāt it?ā
Crap, I was so screwed. āWhy would you think itās her?ā
āOh, come on! You were hugging a woman!ā
āYeah, because she was upset.ā
āAnd you donāt like to comfort women. Thatās not your MO at all.ā
āExactly,ā I said, hoping he would disprove his own theory.
āAnd thatās what it is about her. Sheās good looking, and despite the fact that you donāt like weak women, you like her.ā
āSheās not weak,ā I argued, giving myself away. I closed my eyes, shaking my head as he laughed.
āHoly shit. So, what is it about her?ā
āNothing. Thereās absolutely nothing about her. Itās not her.ā
āItās gotta be the whole damsel thing. The question is, what makes her different?ā
āI just said itās not her.ā
āRight, which means it is.ā
He rushed over to his computer and started typing.
āWhat are you doing?ā
āChecking her background.ā
āWhy?ā I asked, rushing over to his side.
āBecause I want to know more about her.ā He pulled up her name in the system, laughing at what he found. I sighed, rubbing at my eyes. āSo, not only is she a damsel in distress, but sheās a very chaotic damsel, and thatās what you like about her.ā
āI never said I liked her!ā
āI should have known it. The moment I saw the footage of you holding her in the street, I should have known you were going to fall for her. Of course, Iām surprised it took this long. But now that I think about it, whenever we go outāā
āThe people always shout,ā I interrupted, hoping to throw him off, but he kept going.
āāyouāre always looking around, like youāre watching for someone.ā
āBullshit. Youāre seeing what you want to see.ā
āNo, Iām finally paying attention. So, tell me about her.ā
āThereās nothing to tell,ā I argued. āI donāt know anything about her.ā
āYou must know something,ā he laughed, āotherwise you wouldnāt be so wrapped up in her.ā
I walked away from him, sitting down at my desk with a huff. āIām not wrapped up in anyone. I donāt like her. I donāt know her, and I definitely am not the man for her.ā
āSo you do know something about her. Because if you didnāt, you wouldnāt know if you were the right man for her or not,ā he said, jabbing a finger in my direction.
āFine, you want to know about her? Sheās some kind of hippie. She has a living room filled with fluffy pillows, no furniture, and weird tea.ā
He nodded, grinning at me the whole time. āDid you drink the tea?ā
āFuck off,ā I said, storming out of the station, his laughter floating behind me.


I’m a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, “No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book.” I didn’t think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn’t already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven’t been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.




















