Compass, a second chance romance novel from New York Times bestselling author, Deborah Bladon. Gage Burke was supposed to be my happily-ever-after. When he dropped to one knee on my twenty-first birthday, I saw the promise of forever in his soulful green eyes. I picked the venue, bought the perfect wedding dress, and chose my favorite flowers for the bouquet. Every detail was arranged, but just days before the ceremony, my fiancé set sail on a new adventure without me. I picked up the pieces of my shattered heart and patched it back together. I left sunny California and headed east, unaware that Gage felt the same pull to New York City that I did. When he walks into the bridal boutique I own, time stops. He tells me that I'm his true north and that fate crossed our paths again. I tell him to go to hell and to take fate with him. I can't forget what happened between us in the past, even if Gage is determined to chart a new course toward our future together.

A new standalone novel from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Deborah Bladon. I chose the woman I brought home with me last night for one reason and one reason only. She looks like her. It's the same with every woman I bring home with me. They always look like her. Light brown hair, sky blue eyes, and a body that takes me to that place I crave. It's where I forget – her innocence, my cruelty, everything. Last night was different. This one didn't only look like her, she danced like her, spoke in a soft voice like her, and when she lost control on my sheets in that split second I live for, she made a sound that cracked my heart open. My heart; cold and jaded as it is, felt a beat of something for this one. She left before I woke up. I need to forget about the woman from last night, just like I've forgotten every woman but the one who started me on this path to self-destruction. I might have been able to if I wasn't standing in a crowded courtroom ready to take on the most important case of my career staring at the woman who crawled out of my arms just hours ago and into the role of opposing counsel. I may be a high-profile lawyer, but her name is one I'd recognize anywhere. The woman I screwed last night is the same one I screwed over in high school. Court is now in session, and it's me versus her.