Safety

A novelist and a football player have sex in a tiny airplane bathroom.

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It sounds like a joke, but it's not. It's the beginning of our story. A story I thought would only have one chapter. I guess I used up all my good karma, which shouldn't be even remotely possible considering how I earned it, because the sexy stranger I banged in the lavatory on flight 1192 isn't a stranger after all. Turns out he's a friend of a friend, and now I have to see him around. It wouldn't be a problem if he wasn't exactly the type of guy I could fall in love with, but he is. Which has me fucked sideways, because the one thing I can't do is fall in love.

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When I followed her to the bathroom on the plane, I wasn't even thinking about sex. All I was thinking about was how to make her a permanent fixture in my life. Someone upstairs must have been looking out for me, because my failed attempt at securing a second meeting was saved by the fact that she and I have a mutual friend. She's not as happy to see me as I am to see her, but that'll change soon enough. I'm going to figure out why she's so hellbent on keeping me away and when I do, I'm going to change her mind. I've never had to fight for anything and now all I want to do is fight for her.

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Harper Silva has endured more tragedy in her 27 years than most people do in their entire lives.

Lawrence Davis has been acting like someone he's not and he's tired of it.

The cynical writer with a horrifying past shares a steamy encounter with the Dallas Cowboys' safety who's ready to give up the ghost. Old wounds are ripped open, new fears are instilled, and both lovers start to run. Ren, towards Harper. Harper, away from herself.

In a race against life, love, pain, and grief, Harper feels the sense of safety it took her so long to find ebbing away. That is, until a new kind of safety tackles his way into her heart.