Jen Flanders here. Just another starving artist in New York City. I walk dogs for money, practice yoga for sanity, and hit up my friends at a local bakery to supplement my diet. Unfortunately, rent is due and I'm running out of cash. After begging the universe for a sign that help is on the way, my phone pings with a text. GOD: You can do it; I believe in you! Wait?! GOD is texting me? I know it sounds crazy, but I'm so desperate, I'm willing to believe just about anything right now. So, I ask him for help. On the first day of texting, he gets me a job that will keep me afloat. On the second day, he hooks me up with a killer wardrobe. And on the third, he agrees to meet me at a pub to discuss my future. Only, it turns out GOD isn't a deity, but a divinely handsome lawyer named Gabriel Oliver Daily, who thinks he's been helping out his friend's little sister. He's the man of my dreams, but it's never going to happen between us because I'm a whack-a-doodle who thinks she's been texting the Lord himself, and, I don't know how to explain that to him. Plus, he's got a serious girlfriend, and they're perfect for each other. Although, I'm learning things aren't always as they appear . . .