Soulless

As the director of concierge of the Liberty Building in Tribeca, it’s my job to take care of the rich and famous, the billionaire suits, their trophy wives, all the VIPs. It’s like running a hotel - but for billionaires. When a penthouse opens up, it’s like the floor of the stock exchange. The highest bidder wins. And this time, the winner is Deacon Hamilton. He’s young and gorgeous...but a tool.

Deacon Hamilton was supposed to be just a client. And I don't date clients. Well, not anymore. But I've fallen in love with his son, fallen in love with our trips to the cabin...and now I can't be with Tucker anymore. Not when Deacon is the man I want. So I'm just going to tell him. And hope for the best.

I finally got Valerie to give Deacon what he wants. To move to the city so the three of them can be together. I just have to give her one thing: a penthouse in my building. That means I'll have to see her, talk to her, and worst of all, assist her. But no matter how difficult she is, her being here means Derek will be here...and that makes it all worth it.

Valerie got between us just like I feared she would. And completely destroyed me. But I believe Deacon and I can make it work, that I can have the family I've always wanted...if I just have faith.

I just landed my dream job as an editor at the esteemed publisher Astra Books, and my client is the infamous sci-fi writer Derek Hamilton. The greatest writer of our generation - in my opinion. But it's not as wonderful as I thought it would be. I can't get this guy to respond to my emails, texts, or phone calls. Whenever I get him on the phone, he's a jerk that hangs up on me. He's a pain in the you-know-where. Yes, he's gorgeous...but he makes my life a living hell.

I have a secret that I've never told Derek, simply because it's something I never share with anyone. He has his secrets, I have mine. But when a late night takes an unexpected turn, I realize the truth will have to come out. Until he figures it out on his own...and that makes it a million times worse.

Now that Derek knows the truth, everything is out in the open. He still wants to be with me. But I’m afraid this is temporary. I’m afraid he’ll change his mind. I’m afraid he’ll realize he’s not up for the task. And I’ll lose both him...and my job.

Why did I ever think Emerson and I were a good idea? She's my assistant, so I have to see her every day. We get along, for the most part, but there's subtle hostility between us both. Being on my own is better. It makes far more sense. Until something terrible happens, something I didn't see coming, and it's those moments of tragedy that change you forever. I've changed...and I can never go back.

As the world's most renowned heart surgeon, I accomplished every dream I had. I did my humanitarian work in South Africa, conducted groundbreaking research with my clinic, and made a difference every single day. The best part? The way my father looked at me.....like he'd never been more proud. But when my patience dies on the table, I lose everything. And I mean everything. My wife left me. I lost my practice. And worst of all...I lost myself. I'll never be able to reclaim everything I lost, nor do I want to. Until I meet Sicily...and she refuses to accept no for an answer.

I've been living in the past for so long, and it's time that I move on. Forget Catherine. I'm done with her. I'm done with her memory. I'm done playing "what if". I have this beautiful woman right in front of me that I want. And I'm just going to go for it. Finally.

I rushed into something I wasn't ready for. I want to be ready, wish I were ready, but I'm just not. But I miss her. Every day. Every moment. Always. It's like losing half of my soul. Maybe Sicily is the right person, just not the right time. 

The director of my clinic is retiring and the job is up for grabs. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want the job for myself, but I’d be happy if any of my colleagues got the promotion. But none of them get it. And neither do I. It’s an outside hire. Atlas Beaumont. Super genius, but I think he’s a super prick. Worst part of all? My father is the one who wrote his letter of recommendation, the one that impressed my boss so much that he hired him on the spot.