IOU: A Romantic Comedy
<p><b><i>“You will never mention me or my favors, nor will you disclose what favors we trade. I am a ghost to you.”</i></b></p><p><b><i>Or a genie. I think a genie is way less scary, don't you?</i></b><br> </p><p>It’s official.</p><p>I, Ainsley James, am crazy.</p><p>Desperate and crazy. </p><p>It’s the only explanation as to why I’m nauseous, standing outside Maverick Lexington’s door.</p><p>I mean, it’s possible the stories about his deck of playing cards—with the words IOU scrawled across the back—are just rumors of the ruthless quid pro quo deals he barters. </p><p>But the flutters in my stomach know better. </p><p>Maverick is as cold as they come. </p><p>But, I need one of those cards. </p><p>I NEED to owe Maverick Lexington a favor… </p>