Resultado narrado por "Wyeth Watts" em Todas as categorias

I'm the "Mike". The middle linebacker for the Seattle Crusaders. It's my job to break through anything in my path and make it out the other side and I'm damn good at it too. Until I meet Vi Nielson. A strong, hardworking, drop dead sexy single mom to an adorable little boy. I fell hard, fast. The problem? She has the most indestructible walls that I've ever encountered with no interest in dropping them.

After my wife died, I never expected to fall in love again, let alone with her much younger sister. Elle's too young for me, though. Too vibrant and cheerful to be saddled with a grumpy widower and two little kids. Besides, she's only here for a few months before she moves on to follow her dreams. And there's no way we could be together even if she were staying. It doesn't seem to matter how often I remind myself of all the reasons why we can't, or shouldn't be together, my body won't listen.

I'm secretly in love with my best friend's little sister. So, I do what any good friend would—avoid her. At least, until my house floods, and my best friend suggests I move in with Wren. Resisting her has never been easy. But when Wren convinces me to be her dating coach, it's impossible. The more we "practice," the harder I fall for her and her amazing son. The more I start to believe what we have is real. It feels like love, but is it worth risking my friendship with Wren and her brother to know if she feels the same?

Paige Young and Cole Clark are polar opposites. A world traveler since birth, Paige loves to lead activities for guests at a luxury island resort in Turks and Caicos. From bingo nights to cliffside hikes, Paige is up for anything. Cole, meanwhile, prefers his number-crunching desk job. He’s the assistant director at the resort—stiff and meticulous. He’s so by the book that he keeps the book. In his desk drawer.

My dearest Lily, I won't ever send this letter despite all the ones we've shared in the past. Things are different. I'm home now, something else I won't tell you. War changes everyone, that's no secret, but some changes can't be hidden. I am no longer the man I was and you, my beautiful Flower, deserve more. Better. I wish I'd said goodbye in our last exchange . . . told you how much you mean to me. You once mentioned writing to other soldiers, but I hope I was your favorite. You were definitely mine.