When she’s not chasing rug monkeys or otherwise running around like a madwoman, Autumn likes to look out at the Rocky Mountains that surround her, and daydream. She wouldn’t live anywhere else (except maybe Tahiti, if half naked serving men are included in the deal. Admit it—you’d trade, too).
Autumn’s always up for a good chat about music, movies, wine, or good books. Or bad books. Or books of any kind (Really. She talks a lot. Almost as much as she reads. Ask her husband). She sucks down java at a scandalous rate to keep her going by day, but in the dead of night you’ll find her hunched over the computer keyboard, writing frantically while alternating between bouts of snickering madly, sniffling aloud, and despairing over her technodorkiness.
Someday she’ll grow up and put her very grown-up education to use.
But not today.
"Jena tuned them both out.... He didn’t remember. The best damned night of her entire existence, and he didn’t remember a thing."
Jena Baker's life was a Type-A personality's dream: job she loved, degree almost finished, great friends... all firmly in her control until one night of insanity when her past collides with her present.
After a New Year’s Eve party in San Francisco, Jena wakes up in a strange hotel room beside her college crush, Nicholas Cooper. Funny thing, but showing her wild side to a man she knows makes the prospect of facing him the next morning infinitely worse, so she slips away before he wakes. Back home in Davis, she decides to let old flames die…but that doesn’t stop dreams of her night with him from coming back to haunt her.
Nicholas wasn't looking for change, other than a change of scenery. His life was perfectly pleasant, even, and rational…until Jägermeister led to a madly out-of-character night. Now he's dreaming of an angel his mind can’t quite remember but his body won’t let him forget.