A witty, banter-filled, emotionally charged romance about what it takes to truly grow into the kind of person that earns their happy ending.
Rey Summers moved to New York in an attempt to get away from her past and build her dream life, and it worked. She's head of digital at Cosmic, owns a townhouse in the West Village, and just found out she'll finally be financially stable. Life should be great. Which it would be if she hadn't, by some reverse miracle, agreed to Stef's cousin, Jace, moving in with her. Rey doesn't do roommates. In fact, Rey hates nothing more. Except for maybe being vulnerable, or dating, or falling in love.
When she bumps into Nate Walker, love slowly changes into something she no longer hates. And although she keeps reminding herself that people's arms aren't safe, she keeps finding herself in his anyway.
Nate Walker is a model-turned-photographer, just not the kind he wants to be. Yet! In the midst of carving his path to being a full-fledged artist, Rey Summers falls into his arms-technically he catches her, but the result stays the same. When she bumps into him a second time he's reluctant to let her go, and when his body doesn't recoil at their closeness, he knows. She's his person. Now he just needs to convince her.
As their love story unfolds, so does the weight of what they're both carrying. Will they be able to face their past in order to create a better future?
For fans of the fast-paced, swoon-worthy love stories by Ali Hazelwood and the more serious undertones of works such as The Wedding People by Alison Espach.
