To save my job, I have to get an interview with a reclusive bestselling author who is impossible to find. It’s an insurmountable task until I get a lead. It’s probably a joke but given what just happened in my personal life, it’s an excuse to get away. The last person I expect to see there is him, the dashing and mysterious stranger who was the only man who knew the truth that night. He invites me inside under one condition: everything he says is off the record. He’ll answer my questions but I can’t write about him. Then things get even more complicated. Something happens between us. His touch ignites a spark. His eyes make me weak at the knees. We can’t do this. But then he looks at me in a way that no one has ever looked at me and I can’t say no…

The only way he’ll agree to the story about the great and reclusive writer, D. B. Carter is if I agree to spend the week with him. He thinks that the reason that I left is that I don’t want him. Nothing could be from the truth. He thinks I was insulted. He’s wrong. I have a fire in my body that burns just for him. Still, I leave. He shouldn’t have asked for something like that. All that it did was push me away. But I have to write this story to save my job. It won’t be published for a while and I’ll have time to convince him to go on the record. At least, that’s what I think. But then the article comes out and he shows up at my house. He’s angry. I’m mad. What happens when that fire between us starts to ignite? What happens when he pulls me close and doesn’t let go?