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Devyn came here to be invisible. To run from a past that gives her no chance of a future. Until the day I pull a gun on her and fall head-over-heels in love. With her tenacity; her beauty; even her brokenness. I don’t need to fix her. I just want to help put together her shattered pieces. I know how to do it. I know broken. But in our world of untold truths, love doesn’t heal all wounds. And I’m about to find out just how deep hers are.

I hired her to be my girlfriend. To fix my reputation. To save my career. It's not that I don't want a girlfriend. I do. I want it all. Wife, kids, side-by-side burial plots. The problem is - I can't have any of it. So I've made myself untouchable. The quintessential bachelor of baseball. Because it's not worth the risk. Not even for someone I love. Especially not for someone I love. We made the arrangements. We agreed to a contract. It's iron clad. No sex. No love. No future.

I play guitar. I create music. It’s all I ever wanted to do. But I’m in a rut. I’ve lived under the shadow of my past for so long I can’t see a future. Then she falls into my life. And suddenly, all I can hear are riffs, melodies, and beats. She’s my muse - my inspiration. She’s exactly what I need to get me back into the groove. But will she accept my invitation?

Tag Calloway is toxic. If you aren’t in his small inner circle of friends, you’re nothing. An inconvenience at best. And it’s just my luck that my first blind date—heck, my first date since "The Incident"—happens to be with him. I’ve spent years hiding myself from men. From life. Wallowing in guilt and camouflaging my body. I live for one reason. Gigi. The broken-condom accident who has become the singular light of my life. Why did I let my friends talk me into this? He’s the last person I should trust with my feelings. My body. My scars.

Six years ago, she was just some stranger I woke up next to. By nightfall, I knew she was the one. Or so I thought. Six months later, she destroyed me. And now, we're being forced into a reunion neither of us wants. We may have to play nice, but when the lights are off...so are our masks.

I'm a city boy, not a cowboy. I'm way out of my league on a horse ranch in Texas. Falling for the sexy horse vet was never my intention. Especially when I find out she could be dating a killer. Sneaking around with her? Not my brightest idea, but someone's got to protect her. It's just one summer. One casual fling. Until it becomes everything but.

It was my home run ball that shattered her face. Right along with her modeling career. Now it's my mission to help her rebuild her life. And get her to love the game that she hates. The game that dictates my life both on and off the field. But when the lines of our friendship become blurred, I worry she'll just be another casualty of my three-strikes rule. The rule I have to protect my money, my future, my heart. No girl has ever broken it. I've never wanted one to. Until now.

Music is my life. It’s kept me breathing. Even when I couldn’t eat, sleep, or sing, I could still write songs. It’s the only thing that has saved me from going crazy. Until the day Reckless Alibi decides to hire a girl. Suddenly, everything from my past comes rushing back to me. And now she’s there. For every rehearsal. Every show. Every moment. Every song. We were supposed to be a boy band. Now everything has changed. I’m still breathing...but I’m sure as hell no longer sane.

My time with Asher Anderson was supposed to be simple. A long-distance situationship of sorts with someone older and more experienced. No risk of attachment. No threat of commitment. Exactly how I need it. But the single dad is making it hard to stick to my guns. Impossible to hide behind my walls. Asher wants more. More from me. More for us. He doesn't realize how much stands in our way. How little I have to give. And neither of us expects the two pink lines connecting us forever.

He can't save my breasts. I can't save his voice. But what we can do is take the scariest thing we've ever faced and make it better...tolerable...dare I even say...fun. We come from different worlds. He's an artist. I'm a bartender. I wonder, however, if this horrible bond we share is enough to bridge the gap between us. What happens if we don't get better? What happens if we do?