My Midas Touch by B.J. Hardy

She was a jaded woman. Divorced with three kids, and a hardened heart. This can happen when the love of your life runs off with the babysitter.
“I should’ve known she was trouble wearing daisy dukes to watch the kids. Freaking hind-sight! That’s sure what my ex had though, her hind in sight!”
The last thing she was interested in was a new man in her life. Especially a scorching hot younger stud with brilliant deep blue eyes and a body made for lust. She knew that he could only be serious trouble for her.
“There is no way I’m going to let a player score on me again. Especially a lunatic. Luckily I have an all-star defense… my kids!”
He was a cursed man. A simple touch was all it took to bring any woman to her knees, all except one he discovered.
“They always melt in puddles, always. She didn’t! What the hell?”
This is what attracted him to her immediately, she was immune from his curse, his Midas Touch. Her stark beauty was secondary, at first. This woman presented the possibility of a normal life, something he craved deep down. The only problem was that he was totally clueless about how to win her heart.
“How the hell do I get her to want me? Her kids think I’m a stalker, and she might just think that too. This dating stuff is damn hard! Who knew?”