A desperate mom. A very wrong match. A man who kills for money but can't sleep without stories.
When a hospital quote makes her knees go weak, first-grade teacher Maya Rivera does the one thing she swore she'd never do: she signs up for WRONG SWIPE's "Filthy February" with one goal, claim the $20,000 bonus offered to verified virgins. It's enough to cover her five-year-old son's pulmonary hypertension surgery. It's also the most humiliating thing she's ever done.
Her "premium match" isn't what she expected. He shows up with a voice like midnight, tattoos like confessions, and a contract that says no sex required. He wants her to read to him. To talk to him until the nightmares quiet. To be the last voice he hears before he finally sleeps.
Cormac O'Rourke kills for the mafia and feels nothing, except boredom. Women blur. Nights stretch. Then a terrified, stubborn, soft-mouthed schoolteacher sits on his couch with a stack of children's books and a spine of steel, and boredom dies a fast death.
He'll pay for every minute. She'll keep her boundaries. They'll both pretend they're not falling in love.
But the app has rules, rivals have knives, and someone wants that $20k headline to become a blackmail weapon. When a hit lands too close to Maya's son, Cormac stops pretending and starts being exactly what he is: a bedtime story with teeth.
Wrong Swipe: Bedtime Stories with a Hitman is a filthy-sweet, laugh-so-you-don't-cry rom-com with a plus-size heroine, a morally gray insomniac, found-family vibes, and a hard-earned HEA. Standalone in the Wrong Swipe series.
