L A Gallagher

I’ve spent five years hiding in plain sight, burying my head in my books, courtesy of a scholarship at Dublin's most prestigious college. But now, for the first time in my life, I feel seen. Wanted. Desired. And I've awakened a need I never knew I had.

I'm the queen of handling tiny tyrants—I've been nannying since the era of bedtime bribery. But there’s no guidebook for living with Dublin’s most notorious grump and widower—my brother’s brooding best friend.

One deep, stolen conversation at their engagement party, and my heart was ripped from my chest. Years of craving. Aching. Burning. I've lost myself in hundreds of women trying to forget her, but every time I close my eyes, it's her face that haunts my darkest fantasies.

I’m a psych graduate turned glamour model, but it’s not as glamorous as it sounds when I’ve got a stalker leaving black calla lilies in my bedroom with little love notes that say, “I’m coming for you.”