My husband left me. After five years together, he realized he was gay. Once the anger had faded away, there was nothing but love behind. This man is still my best friend, and I want him in my life. So, I move across the hall so we can be as close as we always have been. Then his brother moves in for a couple of weeks, a man I've never met. He has relocated to Seattle to work as an ER doctor at the local hospital. And he's nothing like his brother.

Twenty-four-year-old Phoebe Hawley is on a quest to find her family a home. On the road with two siblings, 12-year-old Maydean and five-year-old Willie-Boy, Phoebe is out of money, out of gas and out of patience. Now the only things she owns in abundance are Hawley backbone and Hawley pride - neither of which she can trade for food or gas.

When I stepped into the courtroom this morning, I intended to fight for my client's life. I never expected to run for my own. Now the courthouse is in lockdown, and I'm trapped in a tiny room with my nemesis—the West Oaks PD cop who hates me most. He's a single dad with a growly attitude, an ex-Marine, and he's the star witness against my client. But it turns out Detective Sean Holt and I do have something in common. This threat against us is personal, and the maniac behind it wants us both dead.

Rachel Cameron prefers to lick her wounds and protect her children from gossip and shame in isolation on a small homestead in the Ozark Mountains. But lifelong bachelor and ex-marine Sheriff Garrett Stark has other ideas. Drawn to Rachel, Garrett wields all the power and charm he can muster to insist she return to town for her safety and that of her children.

In one second, my life disappeared. My past. My memories. My future. The only certainty I have from the last three years is that my older brother is dead and that I am the only eyewitness. In order to protect the case, the lawyers demand no one give me any information about my life...I must remember on my own. My only help comes from my brother’s best friend and world-renowned investigative reporter Spencer Cross. He has no idea how many nights I’ve spent dreaming of his name—and his body—next to mine. Each day we spend together, I find it harder to want my old life back.