Author: hilariaalexander

How did I get here?I had no intention of breaking up with my husband during our last night in Albuquerque, but maybe things do happen for a reason.I’ve been fed up with him for a long time, and our attempt at fixing everything wrong in our relationship backfired. When Brad storms out of the restaurant where we’re having dinner and leaves me alone, I don’t feel desperate…and I’m certainly not … certainly not sorry.In fact, in a matter of weeks I find my mojo again.As I begin to move on, I can’t help but notice the man who was there for…

I should have known that kissing the new guy would be nothing but trouble.Of course, it doesn’t help that I’m terrible when it comes to relationships. In fact, avoiding men is what I would call my forte. In my personal experience, they’re good for one thing only, and love isn’t it. These days, working as a comic book artist – my lifelong dream – is the only thing that keeps me happy.That is, … happy.That is, until I remember about my handsome co-worker Amos St. Clair and the kiss we shared once, before I pushed him away like the coward…

I wished for a New Year’s Eve kiss, but I fell in bed with him.We weren’t going to let his brother, or my best friend know. Ever. We were going to take this secret to our graves.Boyd Rivers had his rules – one night only.I had mine – no more douchebags.I lived in Amsterdam and he lived in New York. There was no chance to run into each other, but fate kept bringing us together.We had NOTHING in … bringing us together.We had NOTHING in common…except amazing sexual chemistry.He broke his rules for me. I realized I judged him too…