Vesper Atroscatini wasn't planning on launching her Hot Girl Era at the grocery store.
She just wanted fried chicken, peanut M&Ms, and maybe a little solo fantasy time starring her imaginary boyfriend Donovan-shirtless, devoted, and anatomically perfect.
But then Bo Sullivan appeared.
Six feet of real man with broad shoulders, blue eyes, and a voice that made her thighs reconsider retirement. He paid for her groceries. He carried her cart. He called her beautiful and texted like a man who means it.
Now Vesper is juggling flirty messages, long steamy baths, and her nineteen-year-old daughter's relentless commentary ("MOM, you fired your imaginary boyfriends for the hot guy at GoodFoods? "). Her ex-husband's wife is suddenly her biggest cheerleader. Her real name is starting to feel more powerful than any fantasy alias. And Bo? Bo might actually be the one.
If she can survive the wardrobe critiques, accidental late-night confessions, and her own chaotic brain long enough to let herself be wanted again.
My Mom's Unhinged Hot Girl Era is a steamy, laugh-out-loud romantic romp about rediscovering your desirability, embracing your inner space ninja, and remembering that it's never too late to be the main character.
Hot chicken. Hot bath. Hot man.