I was his weakness. He was my strength. Until I destroyed him. I was infatuated with Shane Wilder since the first time I saw him surfing. But we couldn’t be together. Not yet, anyway. I was too young and screwed up. He was too focused on chasing his dream. So we became friends. We met on the rooftop for late-night confessions under the stars. Cruised along the Pacific Coast Highway with the wind in our hair and the sun on our faces. I took photos of all the beautiful and ugly and interesting things, while he traveled the world in search of the perfect waves. I told him I would wait for him. I never meant to lie. I never meant to ruin his life. I. Destroyed. Him. As his star faded, mine burned bright. But as everyone knows, all that glitters is not gold. Now I’m back after seven long years, hoping for a chance to right my wrongs and fix what I’ve broken. This time I can only hope that loving Shane Wilder will be enough to save him.

𝗗𝘆𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝘁. 𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗼𝘀. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗼𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲. 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱. I've had a crush on Dylan St. Clair ever since he climbed into my bedroom window ten years ago. 𝘞𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸, 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰. I was eleven, he was seventeen. A bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks with a chip on his shoulder and fresh bruises from his latest fight, he went on to play the starring role in all my teenage fantasies. But I always knew he was off-limits. So, over the years I gave up wishing and hoping we could ever be together. Until he kissed me on a cold beach one starry winter’s night. Until he said those five words that changed everything. 𝘐 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳.

I fell in love with two men. But fate would decide which one I could keep. When I met Cruz Vega, it was love at first sight. He was my forever and always, my port in the storm, my one true love. Everything was so perfect. Until a cruel twist of fate robbed us of a future. Now, I was navigating uncharted territory. Merely surviving without really living. Until August Harper. The hot-as-hell, tattooed chef swaggered into my restaurant and took over my kitchen. Then, piece by piece, he claimed my heart, too. That wasn’t enough for him, though. He wanted all of me. But as everyone knows… when you play with fire, you get burned. And we are going up in flames.