<p>Heartbroken, destroyed, and on the edge of despair.</p><p><br></p><p>That's how I felt for two years after my wife died, leaving me all alone with our baby.</p><p>I sucked it up and kept going for my little girl... but I wasn't living. I was only existing.</p><p><br></p><p>Then I met Larkin, my gorgeous blonde neighbor. She's got curves that my hands ache to hold, and toffee-colored eyes that beg me to do unspeakable things to her.</p><p><br></p><p>I don't want to want her. I don't want to look at her, and I definitely don't want to long for her.</p><p>I want to avoid her.</p><p><br></p><p>Except... I can't. Everywhere I go, everything I do, I am brought back to Larkin.</p><p><br></p><p>And when we finally cave, falling into bed together... It's f**king explosive and passionate and deep. It feels as essential as breathing.</p><p><br></p><p>I'm starting to fall in love with Larkin... but it was never supposed to turn into this.</p><p>If I want a future with Larkin, I have to figure out how to let go of the past.</p><p>And nothing has ever felt so good and hurt so bad.</p>