Even before I started working as an entertainment lawyer for Wildcard Records, I knew my life was about to change. That is, until I met David Lennan. I began suppressing the overwhelming feelings developing inside me every time I saw him. Feelings I couldn’t explore so long as I walked the fine line remaining his boss. My life was perfect – a perfect nightmare. I took a leap of faith in myself and left—striking out on my own. It could be the best or worst idea of my life. But I was finally in control. And when David followed me, I put my proposal on the table. I was still in charge of the show. At least until the first time he kissed me good night.

For the last ten years, I’ve guarded the gate to my heart. I’ve lived under a shroud of despair after I was emotionally devastated. I isolated myself to avoid seeing my name in the media since I was thrown to the wolves. But that was then, and this is now. As the legal assistant for an entertainment law firm, I’m the gatekeeper into the heart of the deal. Even as I handle celebrities all day long, I try to avoid becoming the focus of the media’s attention. Because I know full well once I become their target, I can never run far enough to avoid their attention. Ever. I’ve struggled with fears of opening myself up to the kind of vulnerability necessary to fall in love. I had a strong conviction love was meant for someone else until one day something slipped. Who knew dropping that cup of coffee all over my grumpy boss may have been the best thing to happen to both of us? On the surface, Ward Burke has it all. A handsome lawyer, I know he doesn’t need to work if the scandal sheets declaring him a billionaire are anything to go by. But he’s never noticed me before now. Or has he? We start to realize we’ve been making some pretty big assumptions about each other. He’s game to taking our relationship to a different level, but I’m terrified it’s going to set off a sequence of events I’m not prepared to handle. And quite possibly prove I’m not quite done paying for what happened in the past.

I kept my silence for twenty years. I worked hard to become a woman everyone respects. I’ve earned my medical degree, established my practice, and did so under the scrutiny of a town that will not forget I had a baby out of wedlock. In all that time, the name of my daughter’s father has never slipped out. It wasn’t to protect him but to give her the security she deserves. I never wanted her blindsided with the same emotions I was every time she walked into a grocery store to find his face splashed on the cover of yet another magazine. Beckett Miller – the reason my heart beat under the Texas sun. And the reason I had a purpose of getting up every morning these last twenty years. I’m not surprised he composed a life without me. I always believed he could do it once he was no longer tied down. I guess that included me. What shocks me is the forbidden sense of longing that wells up inside me when we come face-to-face. I don’t know how I managed to get a word out, how I managed to blink. After all, the last day I saw him, we made plans to leave. I was just left behind. He loved me – or so he said. I spent years thinking this gorgeous, tattooed rock god was a monster. The problem is, I just found out he isn’t. But there’s one that threatens my family. And I’ll have to confront it because my daughter needs her dad. Now that he knows.

Some secrets are meant to be shared. My twin and I were inseparable growing up. Even though our careers were completely different, she was my best friend. Kylie was one of the hottest new indie stars, and me? Let's say I tinker with computers in my New York hideaway. She stood in the spotlight; I thrive in the shadows. Identical on the outside, I preferred perfect order to her everyday chaos. One moment permanently changed everything. Some secrets are meant to be kept. Now Kylie's gone. Part of me will forever remain blinded by pain. My soul is fractured. Over and over, I berate myself for being too late. Maybe I could have stopped what happened if I'd just arrived at the hotel on time. But I wasn't. Now, I'm playing a dangerous game. I've assumed my sister's identity hoping to draw out her killer. What they don't realize is I'm the last woman whose attention they want. I'll do anything, become anyone, to get my answers, even if it means turning my back on Kane McCullough. Kane's under orders to protect rockstar Beckett Miller from "Kylie." He doesn't know she's me. Not yet. It's crazy, but something about him draws me to him even though we've never met. Kane gives me reasons to believe I can trust him with my secrets. Because if I can't, I'm as good as dead. No matter how much my heart might now beat for him.

It wasn’t my fault the jewel from my ring popped free and landed on the carpet in the first-class cabin on my way to Sin City. At first, I was too busy crawling on my knees, searching, to notice him. When he dropped to help me find it, how was I to do anything but focus on him? I could have thanked him, leaving the temptation lurking in his jade-green eyes on his side of the aisle. He stalled that move by ordering me a drink, luring me in with humor, self-depreciation, and the one thing guaranteed to make my insides quiver. Honesty. Considering who my family is, I should have ignored the electricity between us. I didn’t. Bearing in mind my personal interactions with the press, I ought to be terrified of his presence. I wasn’t. After our first night together, we became inseparable. In such a short time, he became my center. Lost in our haven amid the chaos of our lives, we were everything I never had. But nothing perfect lasts forever. Called to the carpet by the devil, I was informed my love—Arek Ronan—isn’t just any entertainment reporter; he’s the owner of StellaNova—a social “news” site revealing secrets left and right with only a thought to rankings. I had a choice to make between two different loves. This time, I did the right thing. Didn’t I? But something’s happened. Now, I am being forced to live with Arek. It’s depravity, torture in its purest form. By the end, I know I will be a candidate for Bedlam after dealing with the man who chose to destroy my heart. And him? He’s out for satisfaction. However he can get it.

When I first met Brendan Blake, he swept in like a gust of wind—a perfect storm rescuing all of my senses. The second time I spied him, the grump basically declared, “Up yours,” on a photo shoot. The third time, he regretted what he’d said the day before, and I once again was provoked by his hazel eyes, wicked smile, and devil-may-care attitude. Then again, his ripped body being photographed by my best friend didn’t hurt either. Brendan wrote down his private line on a pastry box. I sent him a memento of our first date—a blueberry pie—almost as soon as it was over. He hooked me. It helped his idea of a perfect second date involved taking me to a baseball game. I let him in—all the way in, took him deep into my heart. I didn’t have any choice. Despite the one hard and fast rule I laid out—never lie to me—I lied to myself. I told Brendan my heart wouldn’t crumble if he didn’t love me. Would I have let myself fall if I knew the secrets he was keeping? I’ll never know. I do know you love someone until you can’t. That’s when you set them free.