Malcolm Flynn is exactly what I need.

 

I came to London to see my boyfriend after a year apart—and hopefully head back to the States with a ring on my finger. Instead, I found him in an alley with his leggy blonde classmate on her knees.

 

Now I’m suddenly single, in a foreign country on my own. But before I lose myself in heartbreak, Malcolm is there. To befriend me, to show me around the city, to offer me a place to stay.

 

And before too long, to show me a whole new side of myself. One that likes leather jackets and motorcycles and breaking the rules.

 

(First rule worth breaking: no getting naked in the kitchen.)

 

It’s a revelation, to feel passion like this. It’s magic. And it’s teaching me everything about who I want to be and the relationship I want to have when I get home.

 

Except… I wish it could be with him.

 

That’s crazy, right? We don’t even live on the same continent. And I’ve only known him for a few days. Catching feelings for Malcolm can only end with me getting hurt.

 

Maybe the rule about not falling for the sexy stranger was one worth following after all.