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.

โWho is she?โ Jack asked, bringing me out of my inner-musings.
โWho?โ
โThe woman youโre going all googly-eyed over.โ
I waved him off. โI donโt know what youโre talking about. Iโm not googly-eyed over anyone.โ
โRight, you just got this far off look in your eyes that I only see when youโre dating someone new.โ
โWell, then youโre wrong, because Iโm not dating anyone.โ
โYou donโt have to be to appear that way. So, itโs someone youโve met, but youโre not with,โ he nodded to himself as he started walking around the room. โAnd it canโt be someone youโve already dated, so that knocks out half the town.โ
I rolled my eyes at him. He placed his hand against his chin, scratching at his jaw as he thought.
โAnd it canโt be someone from out of town, at least, not that far out of town, because you hardly ever leave town.โ
โThis is ridiculous.โ
โYou were just at the hospital. Itโs possible you met someone there.โ
I held my breath, wondering if he would guess who it was.
โBut youโre not the type to fall for a damsel in distress. Youโve always liked women that could watch after themselves. Like Anna,โ he grinned.
He would definitely never guess Abby then. She was the opposite of Anna in every way.
โSo, itโs got to be someone new to the area, someone that youโre interested in, but since you havenโt actually asked her out, there has to be something holding you back.โ
He stopped his pacing, snapping his fingers at me. โThat new chick.โ He snapped his fingers as he tried to come up with a name. โAbigail. Yes, that woman you hugged in the middle of the street. Thatโs who it is, isnโt it?โ
Crap, I was so screwed. โWhy would you think itโs her?โ
โOh, come on! You were hugging a woman!โ
โYeah, because she was upset.โ
โAnd you donโt like to comfort women. Thatโs not your MO at all.โ
โExactly,โ I said, hoping he would disprove his own theory.
โAnd thatโs what it is about her. Sheโs good looking, and despite the fact that you donโt like weak women, you like her.โ
โSheโs not weak,โ I argued, giving myself away. I closed my eyes, shaking my head as he laughed.
โHoly shit. So, what is it about her?โ
โNothing. Thereโs absolutely nothing about her. Itโs not her.โ
โItโs gotta be the whole damsel thing. The question is, what makes her different?โ
โI just said itโs not her.โ
โRight, which means it is.โ
He rushed over to his computer and started typing.
โWhat are you doing?โ
โChecking her background.โ
โWhy?โ I asked, rushing over to his side.
โBecause I want to know more about her.โ He pulled up her name in the system, laughing at what he found. I sighed, rubbing at my eyes. โSo, not only is she a damsel in distress, but sheโs a very chaotic damsel, and thatโs what you like about her.โ
โI never said I liked her!โ
โI 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, Iโm surprised it took this long. But now that I think about it, whenever we go outโโ
โThe people always shout,โ I interrupted, hoping to throw him off, but he kept going.
โโyouโre always looking around, like youโre watching for someone.โ
โBullshit. Youโre seeing what you want to see.โ
โNo, Iโm finally paying attention. So, tell me about her.โ
โThereโs nothing to tell,โ I argued. โI donโt know anything about her.โ
โYou must know something,โ he laughed, โotherwise you wouldnโt be so wrapped up in her.โ
I walked away from him, sitting down at my desk with a huff. โIโm not wrapped up in anyone. I donโt like her. I donโt know her, and I definitely am not the man for her.โ
โSo you do know something about her. Because if you didnโt, you wouldnโt know if you were the right man for her or not,โ he said, jabbing a finger in my direction.
โFine, you want to know about her? Sheโs some kind of hippie. She has a living room filled with fluffy pillows, no furniture, and weird tea.โ
He nodded, grinning at me the whole time. โDid you drink the tea?โ
โFuck off,โ I said, storming out of the station, his laughter floating behind me.
โWho?โ
โThe woman youโre going all googly-eyed over.โ
I waved him off. โI donโt know what youโre talking about. Iโm not googly-eyed over anyone.โ
โRight, you just got this far off look in your eyes that I only see when youโre dating someone new.โ
โWell, then youโre wrong, because Iโm not dating anyone.โ
โYou donโt have to be to appear that way. So, itโs someone youโve met, but youโre not with,โ he nodded to himself as he started walking around the room. โAnd it canโt be someone youโve already dated, so that knocks out half the town.โ
I rolled my eyes at him. He placed his hand against his chin, scratching at his jaw as he thought.
โAnd it canโt be someone from out of town, at least, not that far out of town, because you hardly ever leave town.โ
โThis is ridiculous.โ
โYou were just at the hospital. Itโs possible you met someone there.โ
I held my breath, wondering if he would guess who it was.
โBut youโre not the type to fall for a damsel in distress. Youโve always liked women that could watch after themselves. Like Anna,โ he grinned.
He would definitely never guess Abby then. She was the opposite of Anna in every way.
โSo, itโs got to be someone new to the area, someone that youโre interested in, but since you havenโt actually asked her out, there has to be something holding you back.โ
He stopped his pacing, snapping his fingers at me. โThat new chick.โ He snapped his fingers as he tried to come up with a name. โAbigail. Yes, that woman you hugged in the middle of the street. Thatโs who it is, isnโt it?โ
Crap, I was so screwed. โWhy would you think itโs her?โ
โOh, come on! You were hugging a woman!โ
โYeah, because she was upset.โ
โAnd you donโt like to comfort women. Thatโs not your MO at all.โ
โExactly,โ I said, hoping he would disprove his own theory.
โAnd thatโs what it is about her. Sheโs good looking, and despite the fact that you donโt like weak women, you like her.โ
โSheโs not weak,โ I argued, giving myself away. I closed my eyes, shaking my head as he laughed.
โHoly shit. So, what is it about her?โ
โNothing. Thereโs absolutely nothing about her. Itโs not her.โ
โItโs gotta be the whole damsel thing. The question is, what makes her different?โ
โI just said itโs not her.โ
โRight, which means it is.โ
He rushed over to his computer and started typing.
โWhat are you doing?โ
โChecking her background.โ
โWhy?โ I asked, rushing over to his side.
โBecause I want to know more about her.โ He pulled up her name in the system, laughing at what he found. I sighed, rubbing at my eyes. โSo, not only is she a damsel in distress, but sheโs a very chaotic damsel, and thatโs what you like about her.โ
โI never said I liked her!โ
โI 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, Iโm surprised it took this long. But now that I think about it, whenever we go outโโ
โThe people always shout,โ I interrupted, hoping to throw him off, but he kept going.
โโyouโre always looking around, like youโre watching for someone.โ
โBullshit. Youโre seeing what you want to see.โ
โNo, Iโm finally paying attention. So, tell me about her.โ
โThereโs nothing to tell,โ I argued. โI donโt know anything about her.โ
โYou must know something,โ he laughed, โotherwise you wouldnโt be so wrapped up in her.โ
I walked away from him, sitting down at my desk with a huff. โIโm not wrapped up in anyone. I donโt like her. I donโt know her, and I definitely am not the man for her.โ
โSo you do know something about her. Because if you didnโt, you wouldnโt know if you were the right man for her or not,โ he said, jabbing a finger in my direction.
โFine, you want to know about her? Sheโs some kind of hippie. She has a living room filled with fluffy pillows, no furniture, and weird tea.โ
He nodded, grinning at me the whole time. โDid you drink the tea?โ
โFuck off,โ 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.




















