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.

βWho is she?β Jack asked, bringing me out of my inner-musings.
βWho?β
βThe woman youβre going all googly-eyed over.β
I waved him off. βI donβt know what youβre talking about. Iβm not googly-eyed over anyone.β
βRight, you just got this far off look in your eyes that I only see when youβre dating someone new.β
βWell, then youβre wrong, because Iβm not dating anyone.β
βYou donβt have to be to appear that way. So, itβs someone youβve met, but youβre not with,β he nodded to himself as he started walking around the room. βAnd it canβt be someone youβve already dated, so that knocks out half the town.β
I rolled my eyes at him. He placed his hand against his chin, scratching at his jaw as he thought.
βAnd it canβt be someone from out of town, at least, not that far out of town, because you hardly ever leave town.β
βThis is ridiculous.β
βYou were just at the hospital. Itβs possible you met someone there.β
I held my breath, wondering if he would guess who it was.
βBut youβre not the type to fall for a damsel in distress. Youβve always liked women that could watch after themselves. Like Anna,β he grinned.
He would definitely never guess Abby then. She was the opposite of Anna in every way.
βSo, itβs got to be someone new to the area, someone that youβre interested in, but since you havenβt actually asked her out, there has to be something holding you back.β
He stopped his pacing, snapping his fingers at me. βThat new chick.β He snapped his fingers as he tried to come up with a name. βAbigail. Yes, that woman you hugged in the middle of the street. Thatβs who it is, isnβt it?β
Crap, I was so screwed. βWhy would you think itβs her?β
βOh, come on! You were hugging a woman!β
βYeah, because she was upset.β
βAnd you donβt like to comfort women. Thatβs not your MO at all.β
βExactly,β I said, hoping he would disprove his own theory.
βAnd thatβs what it is about her. Sheβs good looking, and despite the fact that you donβt like weak women, you like her.β
βSheβs not weak,β I argued, giving myself away. I closed my eyes, shaking my head as he laughed.
βHoly shit. So, what is it about her?β
βNothing. Thereβs absolutely nothing about her. Itβs not her.β
βItβs gotta be the whole damsel thing. The question is, what makes her different?β
βI just said itβs not her.β
βRight, which means it is.β
He rushed over to his computer and started typing.
βWhat are you doing?β
βChecking her background.β
βWhy?β I asked, rushing over to his side.
βBecause I want to know more about her.β He pulled up her name in the system, laughing at what he found. I sighed, rubbing at my eyes. βSo, not only is she a damsel in distress, but sheβs a very chaotic damsel, and thatβs what you like about her.β
βI never said I liked her!β
βI 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, Iβm surprised it took this long. But now that I think about it, whenever we go outββ
βThe people always shout,β I interrupted, hoping to throw him off, but he kept going.
ββyouβre always looking around, like youβre watching for someone.β
βBullshit. Youβre seeing what you want to see.β
βNo, Iβm finally paying attention. So, tell me about her.β
βThereβs nothing to tell,β I argued. βI donβt know anything about her.β
βYou must know something,β he laughed, βotherwise you wouldnβt be so wrapped up in her.β
I walked away from him, sitting down at my desk with a huff. βIβm not wrapped up in anyone. I donβt like her. I donβt know her, and I definitely am not the man for her.β
βSo you do know something about her. Because if you didnβt, you wouldnβt know if you were the right man for her or not,β he said, jabbing a finger in my direction.
βFine, you want to know about her? Sheβs some kind of hippie. She has a living room filled with fluffy pillows, no furniture, and weird tea.β
He nodded, grinning at me the whole time. βDid you drink the tea?β
βFuck off,β I said, storming out of the station, his laughter floating behind me.
βWho?β
βThe woman youβre going all googly-eyed over.β
I waved him off. βI donβt know what youβre talking about. Iβm not googly-eyed over anyone.β
βRight, you just got this far off look in your eyes that I only see when youβre dating someone new.β
βWell, then youβre wrong, because Iβm not dating anyone.β
βYou donβt have to be to appear that way. So, itβs someone youβve met, but youβre not with,β he nodded to himself as he started walking around the room. βAnd it canβt be someone youβve already dated, so that knocks out half the town.β
I rolled my eyes at him. He placed his hand against his chin, scratching at his jaw as he thought.
βAnd it canβt be someone from out of town, at least, not that far out of town, because you hardly ever leave town.β
βThis is ridiculous.β
βYou were just at the hospital. Itβs possible you met someone there.β
I held my breath, wondering if he would guess who it was.
βBut youβre not the type to fall for a damsel in distress. Youβve always liked women that could watch after themselves. Like Anna,β he grinned.
He would definitely never guess Abby then. She was the opposite of Anna in every way.
βSo, itβs got to be someone new to the area, someone that youβre interested in, but since you havenβt actually asked her out, there has to be something holding you back.β
He stopped his pacing, snapping his fingers at me. βThat new chick.β He snapped his fingers as he tried to come up with a name. βAbigail. Yes, that woman you hugged in the middle of the street. Thatβs who it is, isnβt it?β
Crap, I was so screwed. βWhy would you think itβs her?β
βOh, come on! You were hugging a woman!β
βYeah, because she was upset.β
βAnd you donβt like to comfort women. Thatβs not your MO at all.β
βExactly,β I said, hoping he would disprove his own theory.
βAnd thatβs what it is about her. Sheβs good looking, and despite the fact that you donβt like weak women, you like her.β
βSheβs not weak,β I argued, giving myself away. I closed my eyes, shaking my head as he laughed.
βHoly shit. So, what is it about her?β
βNothing. Thereβs absolutely nothing about her. Itβs not her.β
βItβs gotta be the whole damsel thing. The question is, what makes her different?β
βI just said itβs not her.β
βRight, which means it is.β
He rushed over to his computer and started typing.
βWhat are you doing?β
βChecking her background.β
βWhy?β I asked, rushing over to his side.
βBecause I want to know more about her.β He pulled up her name in the system, laughing at what he found. I sighed, rubbing at my eyes. βSo, not only is she a damsel in distress, but sheβs a very chaotic damsel, and thatβs what you like about her.β
βI never said I liked her!β
βI 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, Iβm surprised it took this long. But now that I think about it, whenever we go outββ
βThe people always shout,β I interrupted, hoping to throw him off, but he kept going.
ββyouβre always looking around, like youβre watching for someone.β
βBullshit. Youβre seeing what you want to see.β
βNo, Iβm finally paying attention. So, tell me about her.β
βThereβs nothing to tell,β I argued. βI donβt know anything about her.β
βYou must know something,β he laughed, βotherwise you wouldnβt be so wrapped up in her.β
I walked away from him, sitting down at my desk with a huff. βIβm not wrapped up in anyone. I donβt like her. I donβt know her, and I definitely am not the man for her.β
βSo you do know something about her. Because if you didnβt, you wouldnβt know if you were the right man for her or not,β he said, jabbing a finger in my direction.
βFine, you want to know about her? Sheβs some kind of hippie. She has a living room filled with fluffy pillows, no furniture, and weird tea.β
He nodded, grinning at me the whole time. βDid you drink the tea?β
βFuck off,β 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.




















