Life's not a fairytale for women like me, divorced and creeping up on middle age...until a hot younger man finds my lost shoes.
Crashing weddings is so not my thing. I'd much rather stay home and watch HGTV . . . and ignore the fact that my life is messier than those fixer-upper houses. Because my jerk ex left, and the only thing keeping a roof over my sons' heads is my crappy telemarketing job.
But then I get a challenge from the Bad Luck Club, the group I joined to turn my luck around: Do something that breaks the rules. One ill-advised confession to my best friend later, I'm strapping on a pair of heels and crashing the wedding of two of the owners of Buchanan Brewery.
The last thing I expect is to meet someone, let alone the sexy younger bartender who calls me out and finds my lost shoes, something straight out of Cinderella. And the very last thing I expect is to fall for him.
It feels like I'm in a dream come true, a fairy tale, but the crap part about dreams is that they have to end.
Or do they?
