Hunter Cross has lost a year. There’s a gap in his memory, and the woman who is living in his house has disappeared into it. He slept with her, fell for her, loved her—and he doesn’t remember any of it.
He knows he should send her away—except for one little thing. At night, when she slips into his bed, his body remembers hers.
Trina Levine is heartbroken, alone with her memories. Hunter won’t claim any of it—not the joyful days, not the steamy nights. It’s like Trina Levine dreamed it, and it hurts like nothing else could.
Except when Hunter cries out in his sleep and Trina comforts him. At those moments, Hunter’s body knows hers, and for a few, brief, blissful moments, Trina’s sure everything will be okay again.
Until morning comes.
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Military hero Jake Taylor has made a few terrible decisions, but none worse than the one in Afghanistan that cost him his best friend and his leg. Or so he thinks, until he comes home from war to discover a seven-year-old son he never knew existed.
Jake can't regret the blissful nights he spent with Mira in his arms, or the boy with his eyes, but he can leave them alone so they don't become yet another one of his mistakes. He'll rehab his body, figure out how to find purpose again--and keep things simple with the woman he once craved desperately.
Except the sizzling attraction that drew him to Mira is still fierce, and staying away from her is a lot harder than he ever expected.
Single mom Mira Shipley has promised herself that if she ever sees Jake Taylor again, she'll tell him he has a son. She isn't expecting to run into him at the physical therapist's office, where he's learning to live with an above-the-knee amputation.
She can't blame him for being a grumpy jerk under the circumstances, but it would be a lot easier to ignore him if she didn't desperately need child care for her son. And if Jake didn't make her feel brand new and dazzlingly alive.
She knows she needs to protect her son's feelings--but no matter how hard she tries, she can't forget the long, sweet nights she and Jake spent learning each other's bodies and each other's secrets.
Nate Riordan came home from war hurting—everywhere.
Alia Drake can touch him and make it all better.
Nate craves her touch, and not just the professional, physical therapist version. But he needs to keep his eyes on the prize and his feet firmly on the path he’s chosen: His buddy, J.J., died, and Nate lived, which means he has promises to keep. Plus, Alia hurt him once, and he’s afraid she’ll do it again.
Alia knows she has to ignore her feelings for Nate. Her job is to take care of him professionally, so she has to keep her hands on the parts of him she has a right to touch. Besides, when she lied to him two years ago, she forfeited any claim she could ever have to his heart.
Now she just has to find some way to stick to her guns, leave him alone, and do her job. Even—or especially—when he’s shirtless on the table in her office…