I just landed my dream job as an editor at the esteemed publisher, Astra Books, and my client is the infamous sci-fi writer Derek Hamilton. The greatest writer of our generation—in my opinion. But it's not as wonderful as I thought it would be. I can't get this guy to respond to my emails, texts, or phone calls. Whenever I get him on the phone, he's a jerk that hangs up on me. He's a pain in the you-know-where. Yes, he's gorgeous...but he makes my life a living hell. When I corner him at his penthouse, I discover that he hasn't submitted his manuscript because he's too busy with his day job...as an aeronautical engineer. The guy owns his own company building rockets and other innovations. He's also a professor of engineering at NYU. Of course he doesn't have time to write his next book...with a schedule like that. But I have to get him to write this book otherwise I'm going...

I finally got Valerie to give Deacon what he wants. To move to the city so the three of them can be together. I just have to give her one thing...a penthouse in my building. That means I'll have to see her, talk to her, and worst of all, assist her. But no matter how difficult she is, her being here means Derek will be here...and that makes it all worth it. Until she gets between Deacon and I...and rips us apart.

Why did I ever think Emerson and I were a good idea?She's my assistant, so I have to see her every day. We get along, for the most part, but there's subtle hostility between us both.Being on my own is better. It makes far more sense.Until something terrible happens, something I didn't see coming, and it's those moments of tragedy that change you forever.I've changed...and I can never go back.

Deacon Hamilton was supposed to be just a client. And I don't date clients. Well, not anymore. But I've fallen in love with his son, fallen in love with our trips to the cabin...and now I can't be with Tucker anymore. Not when Deacon is the man I want. So I'm just going to tell him. And hope for the best.

I rushed into something I wasn't ready for. I want to be ready, wish I were ready, but I'm just not. But I miss her. Every day. Every moment. Always. It's like losing half of my soul. Maybe Sicily is the right person, just not the right time. And if that's true, can I really just let her go?

Atlas is everything that I want in a man. I love him as exactly as he is and wouldn't change a thing. I want to make this work—no matter what. I just wished he believed that.

I got what I wanted. Got what I paid for. But once Monroe starts dating a handsome billionaire, I can't stand it. It drives me crazy. I decide it's too much to handle. I arrive at her door and demand another chance. But I'm not sure if she'll give me one.