Mid-Thirties, Flirty & Fudged
by Lacey Monroe
Book 2 of 3: Mid-Thirties and Flirty Series
Format: eBook & Amazon Paperback
Full-length stand-alone novel
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✔︎ Old College Crush Becomes Boss 💼
✔︎ Forced Proximity (Corporate Housing)
✔︎ Five-Year-Old Matchmaker Niece
✔︎ Former Football Star/Billionaire CEO
✔︎ Second Chance Romance
✔︎ Characters in Their Mid-Thirties
Book Description
My old college crush just became my billionaire boss. This is totally fine.
Except I’m only one HR violation away from spontaneous combustion.
I was hired to fix the kids’ nutrition program at NutriFlow. What I wasn’t prepared for? Roman Ellis—Harvard study buddy, former football star, and current billionaire CEO—remembering me. Very vividly.
Now I’m living in the corporate housing attached to his penthouse. My five-year-old niece has decided he’s her personal bedtime-story butler. And she’s aggressively shipping us like her life depends on it.
I’m trying to keep things professional. But five-year-olds don’t care about boundaries. And neither does Roman when he says my name in that low, warm voice like he’s been waiting a decade and a half to say it again.
I’m just here to develop healthy kids’ meals… Not fall for the billionaire who still blushes when he laughs—and who looks at me like he’s finally ready to cash in on all that chemistry we never explored.
A full-length stand-alone. Perfect for fans of second-chance romance, billionaire bosses, matchmaking kids, forced proximity, and guaranteed HEAs.
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Chapter 1
CALLI
Manhattan smells like burnt bagels and ambition. Steam bursts from a street grate near my boots, curling through the cold January air like it’s auditioning for a noir film. Cabs honk in impatient chorus, a food truck bell jingles half a block down, and a man in an expensive coat mutters “move it” as he sidesteps me and my five-year-old niece.
Typical midtown soundtrack. Equal parts urgency and espresso.
I tighten my grip on Zoe’s mittened hand and my travel mug, praying the coffee doesn’t baptize my coat again.
“Keep walking, bug,” I murmur. “We’re on a mission.”
She stops dead to stare at the skyscraper above us. “It’s so shiny.”
Of course it is. Everything in this zip code gleams like it’s been polished by anxiety and money.
“That’s NutriFlow headquarters,” I tell her, forcing brightness into my voice. “That’s where Auntie’s new job is.”
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