Go with the flow. Have fun. Stay true to yourself. And above all else, remember…no relationships. Ever. From a very young age, I saw firsthand how a relationship could change a woman and make her lose herself. I vowed never to let it happen to me. And for over forty years, it hasn't. That is until my happily loved-up friends get it in their head that I’m missing out and dare me to really get to know a man and become friends with him. No sex allowed. One specifically—Blaze Baron, international heartthrob and massive movie star who recently moved to town and seems to have set his sights on me. I’m way too old for a dare. Still…I find myself agreeing. Besides, hooking up with a megastar so it can be splashed all over the gossipy tabloid sites for the whole world to see, isn't really my vibe. And shallow pretty boys really aren't my vibe. I won't have any trouble keeping things PG-rated and firmly in the friend zone. Except as it turns out, there’s more to Blaze than his ridiculous good looks. A lot more. No one is more surprised than I am that the more I get to know him, the more I really start to like him. And don’t even get me started with the crazy chemistry between us. The man can make me feel things with only one look and it doesn’t take long for this to become one promise I won’t be able to keep. There’s a reason I’ve lived my life on my own, but what if everything I ever thought about love was wrong? And if it is, is it too late to admit it?