There isn’t much I wouldn’t do. In fact, my income depends on doing things most women wouldn’t. But after accidentally turning my whole life into a cautionary tale, it’s time to write a list of all the things I should absolutely, positively never do again. 1\. Don’t offend every duck lover on the planet. 2\. Don’t get dragged into my mother’s war with her neighbor. 3\. DEFINITELY don’t fall for the charms of Mason Lennox. Mason may be the manliest hunk of manhood I’ve ever salivated over, but he’s the son of my mother’s arch-nemesis. Besides, he already broke my heart once, so I’d have to be certifiable to go back for seconds. Plus, I’m pretty sure he’s hiding something big from me. And not just in his pants. Come to think of it, I should probably add one more thing to my list: 4\. Don’t fall for a man with secrets…

It should have been the perfect scheme. Buying the empty house next door was about to earn me twenty-five million dollars. Only I've hit a snag. Somebody's living in the house that should be empty. I have a mysterious and beautiful new neighbor. All I needed was to keep well clear of her, but my trickster brother and evil kleptomaniac cat have conspired against me. Now my irresistible new neighbor isn't just threatening my self-control, she could mess up my master plan. I have twenty-five million good reasons not to get tangled up with the gorgeous woman next door. Turns out that's not even close to enough…