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After an encounter in an alley with Taylor’s ex, Brad, goes horribly wrong, the pair has to decide how far they’re willing to go to stay together and not let past traumas define them. As they travel up and down the East Coast, Taylor and Ransom’s relationship will be put to the test. Unfortunately, it’s not the only relationship they have to worry about. From a reunion with Ransom’s dysfunctional biological family to an attempt at finally putting the Brad drama to rest, Taylor and Ransom need to find out how they got to this point—and where they’ll go from here.

Taylor Peterson is hoping for a fresh start. With her best friend, Sophia, and the rest of their little gang by her side, she’s confident she can shake off the problems that haunted her last semester and move forward. The only thing standing in her way of total happiness is an inconvenient new crush.

Dawn Vasquez never takes life too seriously. But when she rescues a golden retriever named Gigi, Dawn begins to imagine what it'd be like to settle down and let someone rely on her for a change. Unfortunately, Adam Dearborn - a handsome, hopelessly buttoned-up cattle rancher in need of a guide dog - has also fallen in love with the little ball of fluff and stubbornly insists that no other animal will do.

My name is Henry Walton, and though I've been called many things throughout my life - tree trunk, moose, walrus - I am now six foot five, solid muscle, and the hottest defensive end in the NFL college draft. This is the moment I've been waiting for: fame, women, and glory. Just one problem: I'm suddenly in a bad slump. And it started the moment I got dumped by Elle, the nerdy goddess with thick glasses, a smokin' hot body, and a genius IQ.

Inked by a monster—sounds cool, right? Until the guy accidentally imprinted on me. What was supposed to be a birthday gift to myself backfired in my face. How was I to know when I told him "Surprise me" that the fine-ass monster man would somehow embed his essence into my tattoo? Or that I'd come from his skilled fingers tapping a needle full of ink into my back? Now, ever since my tat-gasm, the guy follows me like a love-sick puppy… Intriguing me. Idolizing me. Impaling me. But I don't do insta-love, no matter how hot the s-e-x is.