I thought I knew my fair share about love. I’d read about it in books, watched it bloom with my own two eyes, and even written novels around it. So I would’ve thought finding a love of my own would be a piece of cake. But after years of trial and error searching for the elusive “one,” I realized I’d already had that. Had it—and lost it. Adam Layfield had been my everything. My first friend in a new town where I didn’t fit in. My first kiss. My first boyfriend. My first love. My first complete and utter heartbreak. Eight years should have been enough time to clear him from my heart, and I thought it had been. But the moment he stepped back into Bellevue—armored with that boyish grin and a rockstar’s charm that still knocked me off my feet—I knew I was in trouble. I thought I could be there for him when the reason for his sudden reappearance emerged. I thought I could keep my heart tucked away for safekeeping. But no amount of thinking prepared me for asking him to help me break my romance writer’s block. What was meant as a distraction fanned old flames, and the more time we spent together, the more feelings—and secrets—came to light. When our past and present collided, bringing uninvited attention to our doorstep, the strength and trust we’d built in each other was put to the ultimate test. Which begged the question: could love really conquer all, or was fame fickle enough to ruin everything