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Zachary McAllister's entire life revolves around hockey and sex, in that order. When a career-ending injury changes everything, he's left mourning the life that could have been. Now the owner of a rundown local pub, the ex-NHL star finds himself grappling with his "ordinary" existence, trying to come to terms with a very uncertain future. His former team is on track to win the 2003 Stanley Cup Championship without him, and preparations are being made for a victory party at the bar. Enter Avery Brooks.

Livia Chadwick is a photographer by day and a self-proclaimed rock-n-roll junkie by night. Her dating life is a lackluster parade of evasive jerks and her boss is an unrelenting nightmare of a human being. What else can a girl do but rent a beach house with her girlfriends and blow off a little steam every weekend? But hey, she's from Jersey. Barhopping down the shore all season is sort of mandatory. All is going according to plan...until she meets Jack. She's looking for a fling. He's looking for forever. It's gonna be one helluva summer.

Trip Wiley wasn't always a Hollywood movie star. In fact, he wasn't always Trip Wiley. Back in 1990, he was better known as Trip Wilmington, the new kid in town. New place, new school...same old story. No big deal. It's not like this is the first time he's been forced to start over. But 17 years of city living hasn't prepared him for life in the suburbs...or for Layla Warren. Layla is smart, funny, beautiful...the kind of girl every guy dreams about. Trip should know. He's been falling for her since the first minute he saw her. And his life hasn't been the same since.

This is not a romantic comedy. This is not a fairy tale. This is not what you're expecting. Lies, secrets, betrayal. Marriage, divorce, sex. Love, heartbreak, money. Best friends. Old enemies. Soul mates. Happily Ever After comes in many forms. A Way to Get By is the story of how Brenda and Eddie found theirs.

 Years before Trip Wiley could be seen on movie screens all over the world, he could be seen sitting in the desk behind me in my high school English class. This was back in 1990, and I cite the year only to avoid dumbfounding you when references to big hair or stretch pants are mentioned. Although, come to think of it, I am from New Jersey, which may serve as explanation enough. We were teenagers then, way back in a time before anyone, himself included, could even dream he'd turn into the Hollywood commodity that he is today.

A former geek-turned-hottie, Luke is now an image consultant and life coach to the rich and privileged in New York City. His eight-week program is designed to transform ugly ducklings into swans by instilling some much-needed confidence, and hey, a makeover never hurts. But when Ainsley Carrington signs up as a client, Luke's world is thrown into a tailspin. Ainsley doesn't need an image consultant; her image is already perfect just the way it is. Luke finds himself grappling with his attraction to the introverted beauty as all his old insecurities come bubbling back to the surface.

I've been in love with Trip Wiley since I was 16 years old. Yep. That Trip Wiley. Academy award-winning actor, known philanthropist, People's Sexiest Man Alive two years running.... Yeah. It's not like I'm some delusional stalker-fan. It just so happens that he was my high school sweetheart back in 1991. In the years since, he's simply been The One That Got Away. We just can't seem to get on the same page at the same time. Our timing may have sucked, but the feelings had already been confirmed. Years ago.

You know how sometimes, your high school crush grows up to be an insanely famous movie star? Okay, probably not. But I do. Back in high school, Trip Wiley's fanbase only encompassed the denizens of the nothing little suburb of Norman, New Jersey. Ten years later, all that is about to change. In the summer of 2000, Layla Warren is enjoying her career as a journalist in New York City (well, sort of), while Trip spends most of his time grabbing Hollywood by the balls.