I'm getting really good at cutting my losses. First, the husband. Divorcing him was the best decision I ever made. But between single-parenting and job-hunting, I can't catch my breath. When a celebrity blogging job falls into my lap, I'm determined to succeed. Until I run into Hollywood's golden-boy Noah Frazier before his interview, and I forget how to form complete sentences. His chiseled abs, irresistible smirk, and crystal blue eyes are too perfect to be real. So, what do I do? Humiliate myself, of course. I'm ready to forget the night from hell, yet Noah has no intention of allowing me to move on. Instead, he arranges for me to write a feature on him, ensuring a lot more time together, including new embarrassing moments. As the article takes shape, so does our relationship and I realize-I'm falling in love with him. But when the unthinkable happens, can I even blame him for cutting his losses? What I wouldn't give for just one last time . . .
One Last Time