I don’t like to think of myself as broken, and maybe I’m not. Maybe I’m just…hollowed out. A shell of who I used to be, thanks to my abusive ex. It’s hard being a romance author when you no longer believe in love. Then one lonely night, I meet the mysterious military man whose scars go deeper than his skin. He’s gorgeous and enigmatic, and the pain in his eyes calls to my own. For a few blissful hours, we hold each other. He makes me feel that I’m worthy of something more than solitude and secret anguish. When he shows up in my life months later, I know it can’t be coincidence. The connection between us tugs at my soul, and I can’t resist his allure. I thought I no longer believed in soul mates, but this damaged man could be my happily-ever-after.