The last thing Iris needs is a man with his head in the clouds.
Lincoln Walker is a nice man—far too nice to date someone like Iris. The man has rich, beautiful, and successful business women wanting to date him. She calls tending bar a career.
He’s naive enough to find her charming which makes Iris more determined to keep her distance. Iris is not a fool or naive. Nice men don’t date broke women staying at hostels. Her mum may have raised her to be a survivor, but her worst enemy is herself.
Imagine Cinderella never getting to the ball. Imagine Cinderella turning forty and still scrubbing fireplaces for a living. That would be the fairytale version of Iris’s life.
She’s got no time to waste on dating Prince Charming—or rather, Prince Walker. The man owns his own kingdom and yet chooses to fly balloons for a living. Iris chooses to take down rowdy drunks in bars. Cupid better not shoot an arrow her way or she’ll take him down too.
In her life, love and romance are temporary. That’s all Iris can afford.
