She's doing all the wrong things for all the right reasons.After four months of unemployment, former book editor Clara Montgomery is officially stuck—stuck sleeping on her little brother's ugly couch in Queens, stuck scrolling through job listings in search of a new editorial position...and just desperate enough to take on a temporary gig clearing out abandoned storage units. If nothing else, she's determined to keep her rapidly dwindling savings account intact.Unfortunately, she is in no way prepared for stumbling upon dead snakes or dealing with glass jars that she's convinced are full of pickled eyeballs. And why does everything seem to smell like beets?Then Clara comes across a unit that was once owned by an escort service and finds the brothel "résumé" of a younger Caspian Tiddleswich, an astonishingly famous British actor. She has no intention of cashing in on her discovery, but...

In thirty-four days, it will have been exactly two years to the day since I've had sex. Having sex wasn't exactly high on Kat Carmichael's priority list while her successful bakery was taking off, especially since things hadn't been working very well in that department. And the last time she and her boyfriend, Ryan, even attempted the act, they found it to be physically impossible—resulting in pain and disappointment for Kat instead of sunshine and orgasms. With just over a month until their four-year anniversary, Kat calls for a break in her relationship with Ryan, encouraging him to see other people while she throws herself into physical therapy. Yet even with the well-intentioned (but wildly inappropriate) attempts at help from her best friends, Kat quickly discovers that a solo mission may not be the best approach. Fortunately, physical therapist Ben Cleary, the shop's best (looking) customer, volunteers to help out—strictly as a...