It was only supposed to be one time, but they can’t get enough. Asshole. That’s the first thing I think of when I meet my neighbor, Tony. At least until his oddly chivalrous and honest sexuality has me panting in the hot New York City humidity. We’re fire and flame, our chemistry combustible. When he’s offered a job on the other side of the world I realize anything between us can only be a fling. My work is in New York and long-distance isn’t my thing. Two months is all I can give him. After one night with Sophie I know she’s the one. When my boss offers me a top position in Rome, I should be focused on my job, not imagining the next time I can pin down my sexy new neighbor. She’s all I think about. Sophie wants us to keep things casual then go our separate ways before I move. No hurt feelings. No misunderstandings. But I know she’s meant to be mine and I’m willing to play for keeps.

She's exactly what he shouldn't want. He's exactly what she needs. Gemma I’m fine, at least that’s what I tell everyone. A series of heartbreaks drives me to move across the country and hide away in my pajamas, until a sexy gardener at the San Francisco botanical gardens gets me off my ass. Hell, Jack saves me when I step in dog shit. He’s close to perfect. But the past has a way of catching up to me. A promise I made my husband before he died keeps me bound, keeps any chance at love a distant dream. The more time I spend with Jack, the guiltier I feel for breaking my promise. Everyone’s got their hang-ups, right? Jack Life is good. I’ve got a successful business and I’m an active member of my community. I know better than most that our tragedies shape who we are, but Gemma comes from a world that nearly wrecked me. Yet no matter how hard I try, I can’t leave this undeniable thing I’ve got for her alone. Being with Gemma makes me feel like a new man, like I’ve been sleepwalking through life without even knowing it. But something from her past keeps us from moving forward. Someone. Can a simple man compete with a ghost?

She can't remember. He won't forget. Opal After years of applying for a botany fellowship, I’ve finally got an interview. The only downside is it’s in the one place I can’t go, New York, where my family died, and my memories were stolen. Going back would be a nightmare. I can’t remember anything from before waking up in the hospital, and I don’t want to. My brain is messed up, and here comes this devastatingly sexy guy, Santiago, who tells me we used to be in love, that I was his everything, and that he’s gonna do all he can to help me get my memories back. He only wants my happiness, but what the hell do I want? Is it Santiago, or is it the idea of a love I never knew? Santiago I needed a vacation, badly. I’m on the outs with my family, and I’m struggling with my music. California sounds like a great way to ignore my problems. That is until I see her. Opal will always be the girl who got away. Actually, she’s the girl I fell in love with the summer after college then disappeared without a word. No calls. No texts. Nothing. I thought I was over her but being near her only brings up all the old feelings. She was always the one for me, now I’ve gotta convince her I’ve always been the one for her.

They’re a couple of control freaks, but they can’t control each other. Adele For years I was forced to live a life I hated, but I broke free, and now own a small real estate business. One that's deep in the red. In walks the robotic and rich Mr. Petrov in need of an agent. He's an answer to my problems, but also a mystery I need to uncover. Even his epic assholery can't dissuade my curiosity. Michael proves he's no robot. He's so genuine I can't help but fall. As a shadow from my past threatens him and my sister, it's my responsibility to protect them. I take care of my own problems, and when Michael wants to step in, I make one thing white knights need not apply. Michael I'm ambitious, I'm successful, and I know what I want. I'm also frustratingly unsettled, searching for something I can never find. A place where I can be myself. Where I'll feel at home. My sexy new real estate agent knows what I need before I can say a word. She sees through me. Adele makes me want to give up control, but trust is a word I've forgotten. How can I give myself over to her when she doesn't tell me anything about her past? How can I trust her? I guess it's a good thing she doesn't take no for an answer.