Overview

Mara Levin has built her life on structure. As the manager of an independent romance bookstore, she keeps things running smoothly, people at a distance, and emotions neatly filed. Busy is her shield. Unavailable is her safety net. Jules Carter works from the other side of control. A sharp, composed event planner for corporate clients, she manages people, pressure, and expectations without letting anything turn personal. Feelings complicate things. Efficiency doesn’t. A scheduling mistake puts them in the same city venue for a high-profile season of events. Polite rivalry turns into reluctant teamwork. Calendars overlap. Boundaries soften. Somewhere between stacked chairs, a broken espresso machine, and late nights fixing last-minute problems, attraction slips past their careful defenses. Mara sees Jules as everything she isn’t polished, pragmatic, contained. Jules notices in Mara a kind of passion she’s trained herself not to need. As work pulls them closer, both women start to feel the quiet fears beneath their competence, and the pull of wanting more than a well-managed life. When misunderstandings surface and old habits return, they face a choice. Stay safely unavailable. Or open the door to something neither can schedule. What happens when the one thing you didn’t plan for is each other? *** Part of the Ordinary Days Romance series, where modern women find unexpected love in the moments they never planned for. Ordinary Days Romance is a contemporary, clean lesbian FF romcom series about love that arrives quietly and rearranges everything. These stories live in everyday spaces: bakeries before sunrise, thin apartment walls, crowded events, shared responsibilities, and teamwork that sneaks up on you. Each standalone novel follows two women who aren’t looking for romance, only to run into it through timing, choices, and small moments that keep stacking up. Warm and playful, the books balance humor with tenderness and deliver an unmistakable happily-ever-after because even ordinary days can surprise you. Sometimes love doesn’t knock. It just moves in.