Katie J. Cross

Anna Buchanan is a freshman college student with one plan: travel abroad. Except . . . college life isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. Her new roommate definitely has a quirky side. All those romantic comedies she watched growing up? Not happening.

When it comes to men, I'd rather not. In fact, I prefer paints. Cleaning the Frolicking Moose at night, renting the loft out by day, and sinking into my oils and charcoal drawings are really all I want out of life right now. Simplicity and space. Then Hawk walks in on a snowy night.

This coffee shop is going to kill me. Sure, it's my dad's dream. If he hadn't died eight months ago, I wouldn't be here, a college drop out, trying not to drown in debt. Nor would I be staring into the muddy eyes of a viking-sized man that's telling me everything I'm doing wrong....

The small mountain town of Pineville had my heart from the moment I stepped in it. Maybe Benjamin Mercedy did too. Too bad he’s way out of my league. When things escalate to an unsafe situation at home, I have no choice but to ask the town MMA fighter to teach me self-defense.

I can be many things (barista, karaoke legend, impromptu-actress, whatever), but a famous author I am not. Which makes it even weirder when a guy named Bastian rushes into my coffee shop and wants me to pretend to be him, a famous romance author hidden under a female pen name. Um, what? No thanks.

Three years ago, my best friend joined the Marines without warning. Our plans of attending state university together—demolished. He left me in a world of discarded dreams. We haven’t spoken again.

Once upon a time, I thought my stutter was the worst thing that ever happened to me. But now I know better. Being held at gunpoint outranks a speech impediment any day. Thankfully, my longtime crush Jayson Hernandez tackled that problem to the ground with those broad shoulders.

The last thing I ever asked for was a divorce. Four amazing boys, one awesome life, and one failed marriage later, I’m smack dab in the middle of my forties with nowhere to go. Talk about unexpected. Then again, romance has always let me down.

I didn’t ask for my life to be uprooted, but won’t sit by while my creepy ex-boss destroys everything—himself included. Except . . . there’s only one person that can help me disappear for a while, and I’m pretty sure he groans every time he sees me calling.

There are three rules I implemented five years ago that govern my safety around men. 1. Never alone. 2. Never stranded. 3. Never unaware. In those five years, I've never broken those rules. Not once. Because I will not be a fool again.