Roommates

If I didn’t have horrible luck with men, I wouldn’t have any luck at all.

I have a full life—great friends, a job I love, a really nice place to live—but something is missing. I’m an omega. I want a family. Someone to love and who loves me back. A house full of kids. But when it comes to dating, I can’t get a passing grade.

I’ll never get a husband if I can’t get a second date. So I ask my roommate, my big brother’s best friend, to teach me Real Man Seduction 101. I was always good at school and my rugged, alpha roommate seems like the perfect tutor.

The problem is, the more time he spends guiding me, the less I feel like taking my new skills outside of our house. I know he’s not the guy for me, even if he were gay, he tells me all the time he’s not the marrying kind.

I should get out now, before it’s too late to save my heart.

If it’s not already.