She wasn't looking for a knight in shining armor.

He wasn't looking for a beauty to rescue.

But one fateful night at a Yankees game changed all that. For both of them.

"I met Finn the night the Yankees swept The Series. He dumped a Coke down the front of my shirt and I punched him in the nose. Not the most romantic way for two strangers to strike up a conversation, but he tried to dry me off with a napkin, and when his hand touched the front of my shirt I went ballistic. It was reflex, I swear.

It's important to note here that I wasn't looking for a relationship. At that moment I can honestly say it was pretty close to the farthest things from my mind. Kate was right. The last time I had Cachaca I'd ended the night with a guy that turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life. Fast-forward two years, including the nine months I spent in therapy, and I was just getting my life back on track. I didn't need a distraction, but then again, I'd forgotten what it felt like to be held by someone who wanted to match his rhythm with mine."

The idea was tempting. The guy was quicksand.

Book 2 of the Finding Home Series is sure to tie up your heart and capture your senses.