Special Editions & Standalones
Tropes:
Age Gap
Emotional Slow Burn
Second Chance at Love
Soulmates
In Another Lifetime (SE)
If I ever believed in soulmates, or fate, or the idea that two people are destined to find each other, I buried that belief twenty years ago, along with everything else I lost that year.
Since then, I’ve built my life around certainty and routine.
Boundaries and distance.
The quiet knowledge that guilt and grief will always be my companions.
But then she walks into my lecture hall, twenty years old, my student, looking at me like she already knows me.
Like she’s been waiting her whole life to find me.
Every instinct tells me to keep my distance.
She’s too young. Too outspoken. Too distracting.
Instead, my eyes linger a little longer. My hands itch to touch what they never should. My excuses to stay away continue to lead me back to her.
It’s not just her impossible eyes that undo me. It’s the impossible coincidences I can’t explain away.
It’s the unsettling feeling that I should know her, too.
Wanting her could cost us everything—my career, her future, and the little semblance of control I’ve managed to piece back together.
But walking away from the woman who feels like she’s always been mine . . .?
That’s the kind of loss I wouldn’t survive again.
Tropes:
Single Mom
Reverse Age-Gap
Opposites Attract
Found Family
Mother Pucker
Things that stress out this widowed single mom: high fructose corn syrup, intrusive thoughts about my son getting swept up by a tornado, and the sexiest hockey player to grace this planet.
Oh, and the fact that I’m also said hockey player’s physical therapist. But we’ll lock that tidbit away in the same nightstand as my battery-operated toys.
Moving my son and me across the country to live with my three best friends and our seven children into one dilapidated Boston brownstone should have been the biggest risk I’ve ever taken–not figuring out how to protect my heart, career, and panties while trying to navigate my secret double life.
But Rowan ‘Slick’ Parker is nothing if not hell-bent on taking slapshots at my comfort zone. The more I try to keep things professional, the more he works to break the rules with his charming grin, piercing gaze, and world-class rear end.
Not to mention, he adores my son.
So, I finally give in.
Don’t worry, though, it’s all temporary–a way for us to get each other out of our systems.
But little do I know, ‘temporary’ has a way of leaving lasting impressions on the heart.
