Elara Vance doesn’t have a type; she has a magnetic field. It doesn’t matter if she’s at a funeral, a high-stakes board meeting, or a literal convent—if there is a man with questionable morals and a jawline that could cut glass within a five-mile radius, he will find her. She is a "D*ck Magnet," and she’s had enough.
After her third disastrous breakup of the year—this time with a "professional kite surfer" who forgot he had a wife—Elara decides to conduct a social experiment. She moves to a sleepy, rain-soaked town in the Pacific Northwest where the median age is seventy-four and the most exciting event is the weekly knitting circle. She swaps her silk slips for oversized flannel and her heels for sturdy hiking boots. She is going "man-fasting." It works for exactly forty-eight hours. D*ck Magnet by Ruby Rowe
As they are forced together by a series of increasingly ridiculous domestic disasters, Elara realizes that Julian isn't a "d*ck" at all—he’s just a man who has been burned as badly as she has. The story shifts from a comedy of errors into a slow-burn romance where Elara has to figure out if she’s actually attracted to the chaos, or if she’s finally found the one person who can ground her. Elara Vance doesn’t have a type; she has a magnetic field
A nosy cast of secondary characters who keep pushing them together. After her third disastrous breakup of the year—this