I just stumbled into Cupid at a truck stop. Literally. And he’s hot. He could also use a pair of pants. But apparently I’m not on Cupid’s little matchmaker list. And neither is my best friend Lamonte. I think we should be. Why? It’s Valentines Day weekend, Lamonte and I are on a road trip, and we also share an apartment. Amicably. But talk about some forced proximity agony for me seeing as my romantic feelings are totally unrequited. And I think it’s high time that changed. Now, if only I can figure out how to get Lamonte’s name on Cupid’s list… A cosy road trip romance with a sweet touch of romantasy and Canadian small town vibes.