My Glasthule Guy by Tarin Lex

As luck would have it…

Bella:
Every year, seven times a year, I throw a dart on a map.
Where it goes, I go.
It’s never landed in the same place twice. And neither have I.
I’ve made a living out of my wanderlust.
But now fans are asking: what would it take to get me to stay?
The answer is simple:
Everything.

Roan:
From the second I lay eyes on the curvy lass in my bar, I know she’s mine.
All I’ve got is her underwear and a map that’s wrinkled all to hell.
Is she playing a game with me?
I hope she knows I’d swim across the Atlantic for her.
Oh and one other thing:
I never lose.