Misfit

Hannah Rodriguez is having one of those days.

Her dishwasher is flooding the kitchen, there's a homicidal mad scientist on the loose, and her neighbor Hunter - the devastatingly perceptive, annoyingly attractive reporter - just knocked on her door asking questions that are hitting way too close to home.

As the unofficial leader of the Ladies in Leather and Storm Singer to the rest of the city, Hannah has always managed to keep her worlds separate. Secret identity: intact. Personal life: contained. Dishwasher: currently winning.

But Hunter's been writing increasingly accurate articles about Storm Singer for months. Articles with details he shouldn't know. From a house twenty feet from hers. And now he's asked her out on a date.

Coincidence?
Absolutely not.

Somewhere between thwarting a mad scientist's revenge plot and trying not to accidentally summon a thunderstorm in her living room, Hannah has to figure out the most dangerous question of all: Is Hunter getting close because he's investigating her - or because he genuinely likes her?

And does the answer even matter when her heart is already in serious trouble?

Being bad was supposed to be simpler than this.


Perfect for readers who love secret identity tension, neighbors-to-lovers slow burns, cozy domestic chaos with high stakes, and heroines who fight supervillains AND broken appliances with equal determination.