When Lorraine accepts the invitation but includes a lengthy email full of stipulations and conditions, Kady is insulted. How dare Lorraine suggest Kady's incapable of hosting a simple dinner party? Detesting romance novels, Lorraine warns bookshop owner Kady not to discuss those cheap, tawdry bodice rippers over dinner. Kady's further instructed not to embarrass Lorraine by bringing up anything mystical, like crystal balls or, God forbid, parading her rescue dog, Izzy, around. For heaven's sake, what's wrong with Kady being proud of her adorable tarot-card-reading psychic dog? Dressed in a purposely bizarre co-mingling of garish fortuneteller and debutante socialite garb, Kady wonders if it's childish to antagonize Lorraine by hosting the most bodice ripping, psychic-themed dinner party ever? Perhaps. Deserved? Definitely. Although Kady's mischievous plan has all the ingredients for success, she's thrown for a loop when she meets science professor Rylan Kilpatrick, who isn't the stuffy fuddy-duddy fiancé she expected. Their mutual attraction is electrifying and forbidden, throwing Kady's world into utter chaos when she gazes into her crystal ball.