My second thank you goes to my mother, who has alpha read every one of my books for me in all their messy, typo glory. You are the best mother I could have, and I appreciate that you can read my smutty scenes without dying on the inside. You’re a rockstar.

Next, to my editor, Elaine and sensitivity reader, Ruthie, both of whom squeezed me into their schedules. I’m a constant storm of chaos, and I cannot thank you two enough for working with me anyway!

My next shoutout goes to my best friend, who promised to beta read for me but didn’t finish because she’s “busy” and has a “job”. Thanks for absolutely nothing. You’re lucky you’re pretty.

The final thank you goes to my husband, who took my rollercoaster of emotions in stride while I finished this book. Thanks for loving me even when I got so stressed out over the release that I cried about spaghetti. I love you too.

About the Author

Lilian T. James was born and raised in a small town of Kansas until she finished high school. Enrolling at a University on the east coast, she moved there with her son and obtained degrees in Criminal Justice, Social Work, Psychology, and Sociology. After graduating, she met her husband and moved to the west coast for a few years before they finally settled back in Kansas. She has three kids, one miniature dachshund, and has been an avid fantasy and romance reader her entire life. Lilian was finally able to publish her first novel, Untainted, in 2021 and has no plans of stopping.

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Madison gave her heart to a boy at the age of sixteen, but all she got in return was a broken heart and a swollen belly.

Alone with a baby and desperate for the love she hadn’t found, she turned to a man who sealed his claim of devotion with a diamond ring.

He promised her a family. A life. A future. But his lies had only been a cover for the personal hell he introduced her to daily.

Now, at twenty-five, Madison has long since stopped believing in love. It’s simply not a square on her bingo card.

Balancing single parenthood, three jobs, and online courses, she doesn’t have the time anyway.

So when the broody neighbor living in the other side of her duplex leaves a rude note on her door, she’s not interested.

Not in his dark hair, not in his physique, and definitely not in the dimples she’s only seen a hint of. She’s one hundred percent, absolutely, not interested.

Not even a little.