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There’s only one thing worse than your fiancé dying…. Having to look into his face every damn day. Or should I say the face of his twin. So I left.

They call me a hero. I save people. It's what I do. It's the only thing I've ever wanted to do. Then I meet her - the girl with the sad eyes. She's lost everything. Twice. And I know she's using me to forget her past. Just when things seem perfect, that past threatens with the unimaginable. They may call me a hero. But she's the one person I can't save.

Three years of her life are gone in an instant. Her memories of becoming a famous artist - forgotten. Of the falling out with her best friend - lost. Of her charming boyfriend - erased. The doctors tell us getting Sara back into her normal routine is what's best for her. But what happens when she doesn't want her old normal? Some would say I'm trying to save ghosts from my past. I think they're wrong. Maybe all of them are wrong. Maybe the best thing for Sara is me.

On the heels of divorce, Lt. Brett Cash never expected to meet the woman of his dreams. Especially not during a robbery gone bad. But just because she's the woman of his dreams does not mean he's the man of hers. Emma is a child of a 9/11 hero taken far too soon. And she's not about to let her own daughter go through the same hell she did. Not even for...well, let's face it, the man of her dreams. Because, the last thing Emma Lockhart needs, or wants, is a hero.

Quinn comes from a rich, dirty, Texas family he wants nothing to do with. Amber is searching for a place to belong. When their worlds collide in an unexpected way, her past may help guide his future.

Devyn came here to be invisible. To run from a past that gives her no chance of a future. Until the day I pull a gun on her and fall head-over-heels in love. With her tenacity; her beauty; even her brokenness. I don’t need to fix her. I just want to help put together her shattered pieces. I know how to do it. I know broken. But in our world of untold truths, love doesn’t heal all wounds. And I’m about to find out just how deep hers are.

Six years ago, she was just some stranger I woke up next to. By nightfall, I knew she was the one. Or so I thought. Six months later, she destroyed me. And now, we're being forced into a reunion neither of us wants. We may have to play nice, but when the lights are off...so are our masks.

He can't save my breasts. I can't save his voice. But what we can do is take the scariest thing we've ever faced and make it better...tolerable...dare I even say...fun. We come from different worlds. He's an artist. I'm a bartender. I wonder, however, if this horrible bond we share is enough to bridge the gap between us. What happens if we don't get better? What happens if we do?