When is a chance meeting not by chance? Maybe when you hide who you are. The night before Lily Robles announces she's running for Congress, she meets a handsome stranger at a coffee shop. Their chemistry is strong, and not wanting to scare him off, she avoids telling him she's a local politician. She doesn't want the night to end--until she realizes he's one of her opponents in the primary. Jack Bengston can't place where he's seen Lily's pretty face. He's taken with her, and he's sure the feeling is mutual--until she leaves him hanging and without her number. When Jack and Lily meet again as...

Late one night, Nicki Johnson plays with emotional fire and Googles her high school love, only to find his name splashed across the British gossip columns. Back in his native England, Adam Kincaid is successful and dating a woman from an aristocratic family like his own. With a career in politics, Nicki's no slouch, but she knows Adam is living a world away from her life. Yet there was a time he was no farther than the next locker. Nicki will never forget their year together in high school-the year of her sister's death, the year her mother checked out. Adam helped Nicki through suffocating...

Sixteen years is a long time to wait for your true love to reappear, and, anyway, Nicki Johnson couldn't wait for the impossible to happen. Hard life lessons have taught her that fairy tales are children's stories, and fate is cruel.

Burying her hopes, she's spent the last sixteen years focused and driven toward her career, and it's landed her with a job at the White House with a gem of a boyfriend. But when her high school love, Adam Kincaid, walks into the White House as a BBC reporter, Nicki's world is thrown into turmoil as she relives their past. Adam has come back for her, but has...

We weren't supposed to be friends. We weren't even supposed to like each other. I'm Michael Grath. I'll admit I was elected to Congress on my Republican family history. I was out to make a name for myself, until I met Jessie Clark, a spitfire Democrat. She'd be my nemesis, if I could just stop thinking about her. We've got nothing and everything in common, but our past divides us. She made one choice; I made another, and we can't reconcile the two because it's an issue that divides America as well. So like I said, we weren't supposed to be friends, we weren't even supposed to like each other,...

I'm a journalist--Adam Kincaid, BBC reporter, to be exact, so I'm not going to bury the lead. I'm about to see the woman I never got over. I know that because I've been back in America for years now, and I still don't date American girls. My dad would say I've come to my senses, sticking to my own British patrician kind, but that's crap. Mum, the psychologist, would more wisely say it's my unresolved issues around Nicki. My teenage years are long behind me, yet my guilt over her remains. So I've avoided all things Nicki, though the irony is she's the one avoiding me. Maybe if we see each...

I'm not a philosophical kind of bloke, but I know something about luck. A childhood on the wrong side of advantage will teach you that. It's all a matter of chance. It's both your circumstances and the chances you take. So I've always been a gambler and a ladies man - they love me and I love them. Now I've found one like no other - an American, Allison Wright. When I met her, the fates were on my side, but too soon I learned the odds were against me.