Amy: Every night is a new version of torture for me. I feel him watching me. There's a stalker out there and he's come close to me multiple times until I'm holding my breath every time I'm alone. I've even gone to the Police for help but they say they need him to do something before they can help me. That's not the kind of help I'm looking for. What I don't know is there is another man out there who's doing his best to keep me safe. He's my knight in shining armor even though I've never met him and when we do meet, sparks fly. Is he the man of my dreams and if he is...can he keep me safe long enough to find out where this love goes? Tripp: She's the curvy beauty who's held my attention and haunted my dreams since I saw her in the station. I took time off to keep close to her. To watch her and keep her safe whenever she's alone. The more I see of her, the more I know she's the woman for me. But the man who's stalking her is determined to get her and that's the one thing that I'm determined to stop right now. He's close so I decide I need to be closer. And that makes my desire for her build into a love that I know is my once chance. Because if anything happens to her...there won't be anything left for me. She's my woman and I intend to make sure she and the stalker keeping us apart know it.

Deacon: I've never taking settling down seriously until I see her at the library. Miranda Graves. A shy, introverted and nervous romance writer with thunderstorm eyes and long light brown curls. Pale and curvy, she revs my motor more than riding my motorcycle. As soon as I saw her, I knew she was the one. The woman that was meant to be mine. And if it takes me forever to convince her of that, so be it. I'll be around until she understands that I'm not going anywhere. Miranda: The big, tough SWAT officer made a beeline for me as soon as he saw me at the library. And I ran. His whiskey-colored eyes and burly, muscular body scare the heck out of me. He's just too much. Too big, too bold, too good-looking. Just too much. I don't think I could ever keep him happy. I'm just me. A plain jane. Or plain Miranda as the case may be. What could a man like that possibly see in me? It must be some kind of joke. But he keeps coming and he gives me more pleasure than I've ever felt. Will he get tired of me or is this over the top man meant to be mine?