
"...delightful to read. I will definitely look for other stories written by Emma Hillman..." -Ursshebear, Night Owl Review, 4.25 STARS
"I found the dichotomy in [the characters'] personalities refreshing. I felt the emotional ups and downs right along with both James and Chloe. Another solid story from Ms. Hillman who has become one of my favorite authors." -Seriously Reviewed, 17.5/20 SCORE
"Emma Hillman has definitely provided us with a sexually charged story... She shows you that things are not always as they seem and even the most aggravating situations can be the most romantic in the end. This is a truly great quick fun read that you will enjoy." -Yvette, Siren Book Reviews, 4/5 SIREN STONES

"Can you come back tonight?"
Chloe froze in the doorway. Clutching her handbag, she turned her head and said, "What?"
"I'm feeling a lot more mellow right now but I'm pretty sure it's gonna hit again during the night. So I thought you could, ya know, sleep here or something."
She blinked. "You want me to move in?"
"Yeah. Is that okay?"
No! "I...I don't know. I mean, what if you go out and find someone else? You won't need me then."
"C, we've discussed this." Had they? "I think it'll be easier if you stay here. That way, if I need you, you'll be--"
"Available?"
"Yeah. What do you say?"
I say, you're crazy. Except she couldn't say that out loud. "I don't know."
"You don't have anyone waiting for you at home, C. I've seen your apartment, remember?"
Her apartment was really one room. It was tiny and stuffy but it was hers. And she enjoyed being on her own, forgetting about James and his busy life. "Maybe but--"
"Please."
She sighed. "Stop it, J."
"Stop what?"
He grinned back at her, obviously knowing he'd won. "Just grab your stuff and come back here. Why don't we order pizzas and watch a movie? Would you like that?"
He looked so eager she couldn't help but smile. That sounded nice actually. Normal. "Okay. That sounds good."
"Great. Then I'll make sure you're all relaxed before we move on to the next level."
She blinked. Say what?