New York Vulcans

Ryder Summers - The big, bad New York Vulcans linebacker with an anger-management problem to match. He's being sent to an exclusive beachside retreat to "heal" and "refresh." Read: Save his career. And I'm the sucker who has to escort him.

Bad is the new good. Unless you're the most hated man in New York. A bad-boy quarterback who can't perform is one thing, but Liam Sharpe's on a special kind of downward spiral. But it's not a spark when our eyes meet; it's a forest fire - all consuming, sucking the very breath from my lungs. And I'm crushing hard. I'm an up-and-coming popstar about to make the big time. We shouldn't be together. He's an old soul. I'm...well, nuts, but worlds collide when we come together. And between the sheets? Sweet, sinful skills, and stamina galore.

Beautifully, wonderfully, toe-curlingly complex. That's Killian O'Sullivan—running back for the New York Vulcans—complete with lucky green jockstrap and an appetite for trouble. A smart woman would steer well clear, but I've decided to head right for the pretty blue eyes of the storm. I find him one night half-naked in an alleyway (long story) short on pants but definitely not short on something else. Helping a stranger in need is one thing, but dating a Vulcan is quite another. He lives on a knife's edge. Me? I've got...complications (even longer story).

Harrison Miller is making waves on the Brain Injury Ward, and as his therapist, I have close, intimate access. Amnesia is a rare and sometimes dangerous condition, even for an alpha male. But the more time we spend together, the further I fall into his orbit, connecting on a level far deeper and private than I ever imagined. I said I wouldn't date a guy like this again, that I'd keep my clean slate and simple life. That's to say nothing of the ethical issues at play. But every time those upturned icebergs look my way, I'm lost, worried if I let myself drift to him I'll go down.