I’ve never been the superstitious type. Black cats are made for snuggling, and broken mirrors just mean I can’t see today’s epic zit, but getting stuck in an elevator and accidentally making out with my handsome boss on his first day? I don’t have to read the tea leaves to know, this spells disaster for my dream journalism job. With the future of the newspaper in jeopardy, I’m next on the chopping block for sure… until I figure out our new CEO’s one weakness.
And it’s written in the stars.
Turns out, Justin is a major fan of the Gazette’s astrology column. And since our resident mystic has gone AWOL, guess who’s left secretly writing the forecasts? Me!
Soon, I’m using his star sign to nudge him in the right direction – and away from the pink slips. But as Justin and I grow closer, the chemistry between us is sizzling… and my little white lie turns into a galaxy-sized problem. I’m seeing stars – and not just when he kisses me…
Can I find a way out of this celestial mix-up? Or will my forecast spell heartbreak for the both of us? Find out in the new romance from Lila Monroe!