I’d planned the perfect vacation, including a massive surprise for my his best friend, Nick, had agreed to join us. Then arrived in the quaint Oregon coast town, to discover that my cheap vacation rental was a one-room cabin not a two bedroom cottage. And the beds? They were right next to each other. I could reach out and touch Nick, if I wanted to. Not that I wanted to. Waking up to my husband’s body pressed close and Nick only a few feet away was electrifying. And when Nick opened his eyes and caught us doing a little more than we should have, things took a sexy turn. Soon, we were breaking down the usual boundaries and creating our own set of vacation one week of hedonistic fun, with no limits, no jealousy, and no expectations. Then we’d go back to our separate lives, with us in Portland and Nick in Seattle, and never speak of it again. But what if one week wasn’t enough?

When Nisha’s husband shares his “hall pass” fantasy, she can’t stop thinking about what that means for their relationship. But when Julian skips their couple’s yoga class and she’s paired with a random new guy named Caleb, she can’t stop thinking about the stranger’s body. In fact, she comes back for more, impossibly drawn to him as he helps her work through the poses and stretch deeper than ever before. Nisha is consumed by guilt when she discovers that Julian hasn’t used his hall pass. But then she discovers something strange—Caleb and Julian used to be best friends. And they used to share women between them, until something went wrong. Convinced it can’t be a coincidence, Nisha tricks the two men into spending a long weekend in a cabin with her, and discovers that there’s way more to Julian and Caleb’s past than she realizes—and way more to her own secret desires.

Rules made me who I am today. They helped me cope when my father handed me the keys to our family’s empire and told me it was my turn, far before I felt ready for the responsibility. They were part of my success as a hotelier, where my attention to detail made us one of the top luxury hotel chains in the world. But when Marco and Juniper stormed into my life in a whirlwind of manic pixie energy, they systematically broke every single one of my rules. And I was a man with a lot of rules. Maybe some rules are meant to be broken. Like the one about hot tubs. And the one about group stuff. And most definitely the one about things I’m willing to do with other men.