Twenty-two year old, Bree Jensen is a survivor who managed to break free from her abuser and start a new life. Falling in love is the last thing on her mind, now that Bree has the chance to start over. That is…until she meets her neighbor, Josh. Josh oozes sexual charm. He’s confident, talented, and he adores her. Bree finds everything about Josh hard to resist right down to his decorated body of tattoos, piercings and shag haircut. Don’t forget about those damn green eyes. Josh has endured his own personal hell and meeting Bree has triggered emotions he thought were buried deep. Can they SAVE each other from their chilling pasts and begin the fairytale both so desperately want?

Eric believed that there is ONLY ONE "perfect person" out there for everyone. He met his soul mate way before he was fourteen years old. Lindsay is gone now. She died a senseless death at the hands of her abuser. His true love was taken from him way too soon. That was his one chance at love or so he thought. But now, fate has decided to screw with Eric. Somehow, he ended up at a particular place, at a particular time, to meet a particular person. Lena’s inner emotional pain radiates through her. Eric knows the unloved when he sees them. Her spirit is crushed and she is brokenhearted. Eric finds himself wanting to fix her. But, to fix the broken, you have to go back to the past. Can Eric and Lena leave their pasts behind to fight for the love they both deserve?

I like drinking. I find that drinking makes me feel less alone. It also numbs the pain. Alcohol is an “old friend”…a trusted friend. However, the alcohol is taking a toll on my relationship with Bree. I’m beginning to notice a pattern. For years, I used alcohol, sex, and music to overcome the “bad feelings”. With the first few sips of alcohol comes an immediate sense of relief. It’s the only cure. There are times when the first few drinks to take the edge off feel so good. Instead of drinking a few, I drink way too much. When I drink too much, I become a different person…a person Bree does not recognize. In fact, I don’t want her to know that side of me. Keeping up with the drinking is terribly draining. It’s making Bree and me miserable. How can something that makes me feel so good make me feel so bad at the same time? To protect her, I have to do the unimaginable. She’s been through enough. She deserves better. Bree deserves a “Happily Ever After” even if I’m not part of it. I hate myself for what I’m about to do. I’m a failure. I’m a jerk. I’m a loser.