Rule #1 for apartment hunting: make sure your roommate is actually a dude before signing the lease.
I, Cal Brady, just failed this basic task. Spectacularly.
When I answered an ad from Logan, I pictured beer, basketball, and bro time. Instead, I got a fine lady financial planner with killer curves and a librarian vibe that does things to my brain. And my pants. Did I mention she irons her pockets? Because apparently that's hot.
Now I'm stuck sharing an apartment with a woman who alphabetizes her spice rack and judges me for eating cereal for dinner. The worst part? I find her starchy habits irresistible. But she's just one more person who sees me as the family screw-up, and somehow her disapproval hits harder.
My prim little roommate has me changing my habits in ways my family finds shocking. And I can't stop fantasizing about becoming a permanent entry in Logan's color-coded calendar – right between 'meal prep Sunday' and 'quarterly tax planning.'
Vibration is a sizzling romantic comedy about a chaos demon engineer who discovers that sometimes the best mistakes are the ones you make on purpose.
