Martha is widowed and now has to pay the bills and look after her teenage daughter, Joanna. It won't be easy for the two of them to get to know each other and live together in a changing world. A world is full of dangers and longings, where men are a mystery and sometimes romantic, or more than that. A trilogy told from the perspective of each character, where no one knows the whole truth, only their view on each moment. Hot and explicit scenes. Not recommended for children under 18. *** "Aaah! Aaah!" The girl in the movie moaned as the camera spun around her. Naked, lying on a sofa and a man crouched between her legs. It was obvious that the boy was licking her private parts. He was using his tongue to massage her c*****s. But you couldn't see much; it was just your imagination creating what you couldn't see. It was cold, and I curled up against Jordan's chest. I slipped my cold hands between my thighs, and he dropped his arm over my arm. It was the first time it had happened, and it took me a while to realize it. He stayed, and I began to divide my attention between the increasingly hot scenes in the movie and Jordan's hand wrapping around my elbow until it touched my thigh. It wasn't just unexpected, it was better than a dream-his big hand warming my leg. I don't know if he realized it, but I did. I felt like a girlfriend. Did he act like I was one of his girlfriends? Martha, Mom?

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look back at him.