Series: The Everhart Brothers #1
Like the blue-eyed woman I meet on sidewalk, tears streaming down her cheeks.
The one who triggers what my overprotective older brothers call my “Everhart
Complex”—the uncontrollable urge to erase someone else’s pain.
That’s why I don’t do family law. But it’s who I am. Who I became after my
grandfather and having my little sister as my boss. But with my acting career
stalled and my checking account in single digits, playing receptionist at
Beesley Enterprises is a bearable humiliation.
sidewalk on the worst night of my career. Mr. I’m-Going-To-Fix-Your-Life—as if
I’d let him. Because just for a moment, I felt safe. I felt something besides
numbness. And dammit, if I let my ice queen façade crack, I’ll be worse than
back to square one. I could fall off the edge entirely…
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riding a support desk. Or making babies to please my abuela. My job is to save
the babies. The children disappearing down NYC’s human trafficking rathole.
me no to give in to blind impulse, but god help me, Harrison Everhart makes me
want to close my eyes and leap. That would be the biggest mistake of my career.
Maybe my life.
law forward, backward, and sideways to let New Yorkers live in blissful
ignorance. But maybe it’s time for some remedial training, because one minute,
Luna Galvez is lighting up my darkness with her angel eyes.
or not, from now on, we’re partners. Because after my ex-Ranger brothers and I
help her nail the bad guys, I’m putting her on the payroll. And by my
didn’t. My father didn’t. The beautiful boy next door, who grew up to marry me,
didn’t. Neither did the next man with whom I thought my heart was safe.
City, I can start fresh. Become one with the sea again, rise or fall on the
tide of my own choices. But on the first day of my bright new life, the darkest
shadows of my past follow me through my office door. The two men whose names
are definitely not on my five-year plan.
other—the darkness will swallow me whole. I can’t let that happen. Not again.
This time, the waves of emotion crashing against my heart won’t drown me. This
time, I get to choose my happy ending.
that resembled a caffeine-injected soap opera.
filled with three confused dogs, her geek husband, two daughters wrought with
fandoms and a son who thinks he’s the boss of the house. To survive she works
continually to find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she
consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity