One Last Time

From New York Times bestselling author, Corinne Michaels, comes a new heartwarming standalone romance. I'm getting really good at cutting my losses. First, the husband. Divorcing him was the best decision I ever made. But between single-parenting and job-hunting, I can't catch my breath. When a celebrity blogging position falls into my lap, I'm determined to succeed. That is, until I get my first assignment and actually see Noah Frazier for the first time...practically naked and dripping wet. My heart races and I forget how to form complete sentences. His chiseled abs, irresistible smirk, and crystal blue eyes are too perfect to be real. So, what do I do? Get drunk and humiliate myself, of course. I'm ready to forget the awkward night, yet Noah has no intention of allowing me to move on. Instead, he arranges for me to write a feature on him, ensuring a lot more time together. One embarrassing moment after another, one kiss after another, and before I can stop myself, I realize--I'm falling in love with him. But when the unthinkable happens, can I even blame him for cutting his losses? What I wouldn't give for just one last time...

Seth Loveless has been my weakness since I was sixteen years old. Two years ago, I moved back to my hometown. I started a business, bought a house, took up yoga, and went on hiatus from dating. Life is good. If I never had to see Seth, it would be perfect. After all, my history with my ex-boyfriend is anything but simple. It's taken us years, but we've finally learned to live in the same town without killing each other. Is there an elaborate set of rules governing our every casual interaction? Yes. Do I still think dirty, off-limits thoughts every single time I see him buying apples at the grocery store? Of course. I'm only human, and Seth and I are practically experts at the two F's: fighting, and... ...sleeping together. Still, we're managing just fine. And then? He shows up at my sister's wedding. The man looks like pure sex in a suit, handsome as the devil himself and twice as charming. Worse, he claims he's my date. We flirt. We dance. We break every one of our carefully-crafted rules, and we... should stop. Too bad I'm having the time of my life. I know I should end it. After all the heartbreak, hurt, and anger we can't be more than enemies. But Seth asks me for one more night. Just one night. Then, we're back to being virtual strangers to each other. I know I should turn him down. I know this ends with my heart shattered into a million pieces. I know lunacy is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. But I've always been bad at resisting a weakness.

Seth Loveless has been my weakness since I was sixteen years old. Two years ago, I moved back to my hometown. I started a business, bought a house, took up yoga, and went on hiatus from dating. Life is good. If I never had to see Seth, it would be perfect. After all, my history with my ex-boyfriend is anything but simple. It's taken us years, but we've finally learned to live in the same town without killing each other. Is there an elaborate set of rules governing our every casual interaction? Yes. Do I still think dirty, off-limits thoughts every single time I see him buying apples at the grocery store? Of course. I'm only human, and Seth and I are practically experts at the two F's: fighting, and... ...sleeping together. Still, we're managing just fine. And then? He shows up at my sister's wedding. The man looks like pure sex in a suit, handsome as the devil himself and twice as charming. Worse, he claims he's my date. We flirt. We dance. We break every one of our carefully-crafted rules, and we... should stop. Too bad I'm having the time of my life. I know I should end it. After all the heartbreak, hurt, and anger we can't be more than enemies. But Seth asks me for one more night. Just one night. Then, we're back to being virtual strangers to each other. I know I should turn him down. I know this ends with my heart shattered into a million pieces. I know lunacy is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. But I've always been bad at resisting a weakness.