Every life has a before and an after. An invisible line that divides a life into two halves: the before and the after... When Jude is seventeen he overhears something that changes the course of the rest of his life. Now, at twenty-five, he's guarded, distrustful, and determined to keep the rest of the world at arm's length. He doesn't need other people. He has plenty of issues to keep him busy. Until a chance meeting at a rooftop party brings Blake into his life. Blake, who's sunny presence suddenly fills Jude's empty life with laughter and happiness. Blake, who breaks down Jude's walls layer by layer and brick by brick. Blake, who makes Jude break every one of his rules. Blake, who makes Jude fall in love. But Jude's not the only one with secrets in his past, so what happens when the truth comes out? Will falling in love be enough to overcome all the challenges life has thrown in their path?

I'm the first one to tell you doing the right thing has never been high on my list of priorities. Same goes for respecting the law. And ethics in general. It's more like guidelines anyway. Until him. Jude Riley. I invite myself into his life and refuse to leave. I know it's wrong. I know I shouldn't. I do anyway. It's never meant to turn into anything serious. It's never supposed to matter. Until it does. More than anything. Even if... I ruined us before we ever even started.

Here’s the thing: I am not—I repeat not—boyfriend material. I’m a good time for one night, and that’s it. Figures I manage to get myself into a situation where I have to pretend to be in a relationship. Ah, well. Not much else to do now than suck it up and get it over with. I’m in. I’m out. I’m done. But then... Quinn says he’s curious. He says I’m a liar. He says he wants to see the real me. Honestly, I can’t run away fast enough after that. Because he doesn’t know. Doesn’t know that I’m a landmine. That he’s trudging so close. That he’s about to step on me. And then? I’ll ruin him.

Wren: These days I’m a keeper: I keep to myself, keep busy, and keep my head down. Until him. Sutton Holland. Annoying, arrogant, spoiled man\-child extraordinaire. And he’s not even trying to hide any of it. He says he’s shallow. That he’s blunt to the point of offensive. That I shouldn’t like him. So I don’t. At first. But then I accidentally get to know him. And the more I see of him, the more I start to suspect that maybe he’s not so arrogant, spoiled, and shallow after all. That maybe he’s just a really good liar. And that maybe—𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦—he’s everything I never knew I was looking for...