Here's Looking At You

I have a secret. If I touch anyone, I will be able to see the face of the person they love the most. Ever since Dominic Hatterson has moved to the house next door when he was seven years old, I'm the one he loves the most. When he holds hands with me as an 18-year-old, I remain the person he loves the most. When he proposes to me at the age of 22, I'm still the person he loves the most. On the morning of our third year anniversary, I tidy his collar for him. The moment my fingertips touch his Adam's apple, I close my eyes out of reflex. Yet, that's when I see two faces. One belongs to me. The other belongs to a woman I've never seen before. That night, Dominic's phone lights up. "Thank you for spending the day with me, Dom." It's been 21 years since Dominic and I met. I've touched him over 100 thousand times already. And yet, this is my first time finding a mistake.

Wren Michaels was seventeen the last time she kissed Theo Ashford. He promised to send her letters. She waited by the mailbox for years, and nothing ever came. Fifteen years later, Wren has stopped waiting, believing he forgot about her. Now she has a good job, a good home, and a boyfriend who never once makes her chase him. Then her company gets bought overnight, and the new CEO walks in wearing the face of the boy who broke her heart. Now Wren works beside Theo every day, and the years apart start falling away faster than either of them can stop it. But nothing about this is simple. Wren has a man at home who loves her. Theo has a woman his family expects him to marry. And someone is watching them fall for each other again, someone dangerous enough to make sure it never happens. As the truth about the letters begins to surface, so does everything else buried underneath it. Lies, jealousy, and a plan to make sure Wren never gets her second chance at all. She lost him once and told herself it was just heartbreak. This time, she might lose everything. But why didn't he send her letters? Did he really forget about her? Who is willing to destroy Wren to keep Theo for themselves? And after everything Wren has already survived, can she still let herself come home to him?

"I thought I was escaping a monster. I didn’t realize I was walking straight into his lair." After ten years of living in the shadows of her obsessed ex-boyfriend, Elena Vance finally has a chance at a real life. The prestigious role at Vane Enterprises in Las Vegas isn't just a dream job. Her new boss, Julian Vane, is everything the headlines say: cold, calculating, and breathtakingly beautiful. He’s also a ghost from her past,the untouchable "Senior King" from St. Jude’s Academy who shouldn't even know her name. But as the "mask" Elena uses to protect herself begins to slip, the coincidences start. A box of childhood candy on her desk. A necklace she lost a decade ago returned to her hand. Anonymous gifts that feel less like gestures of affection and more like evidence of surveillance. Elena is convinced her ex has found her, and when he finally corners her in the office, Julian is the only one there to save her. By the time Elena moves into Julian’s private penthouse for her "protection," the truth begins to unravel. The room he’s prepared for her is a perfect, brick-by-brick replica of her childhood bedroom. The security cameras aren't just for her safety,they’ve been tracking her every breath since she was thirteen years old. Julian hasn't just cleared her path; he’s dictated every tragedy and lucky break she’s ever had. He has a ring on another woman’s finger and a father determined to see Elena destroyed, but Julian has no intention of ever letting her leave. He didn't just find her. He created her. He’s not just watching her life. He’s owning it.

Asher Martins has spent most of his life trying to become the version of himself everyone else wanted. At nineteen, he studies Engineering to satisfy his father, hides his passion for art from his family, and quietly endures a home where love always seems conditional. But everything begins to change the night he stops a stranger from jumping off a bridge. That stranger is Leonard Michaels. Cold, distant, and born into one of the most powerful billionaire families in the country, Leonard seems like someone completely out of Asher’s reach. Yet after a chance reunion at an art exhibition, the two are drawn into each other’s lives in ways neither of them expected. What begins as a series of accidental meetings slowly becomes something deeper. As Leonard and Asher grow closer, they find comfort in each other that they have never found anywhere else. But Leonard is hiding a devastating secret, one that makes him believe loving Asher is the cruelest thing he could ever do. With family expectations, betrayal, jealousy, and time itself working against them, the two are forced to decide whether love is worth holding onto, even when it is destined to end in heartbreak. Because sometimes, the person who makes you want to live is also the person you are going to lose.

Valentine Rossi knew that great love existed as he'd seen it first hand with his parents. But he never imagined that kind of life was for him. Life was work and while he enjoyed it and the finer things in it, he never reveled in it. Not until he met them. Years ago Adira learned not to trust anyone - the hard way. Now she was a successful photographer getting ready to open up her studio. Though her professional life had taken off, her personal life was stagnate. Her benefactor, Gio Rossi, encourages her to to break out of her shell and start living life so she begins modeling under her middle name -Alexandria. As both careers are really getting underway, she gets drawn again and again to Valentine as circumstances - and Gio- throw them together. Valentine enjoys the quiet and shy Adira, but is drawn like a moth to a flame to the passionate and funny Alexandria. How long can Adira hold back the truth that they are one and the same? While he's trying to show her how to trust she's the one breaking it. What happens when the truth is revealed?

I have a secret. When I touch someone, I see the face of the person they love most. Since Natalie moved in next door when we were seven, I always saw myself in her heart. At eighteen, when she held my hand—it was me. At twenty-two, when she proposed—it was me. On our wedding night, when she kissed me—it was still me. On the morning of our third anniversary, I fixed the hem of her dress. My fingers grazed her ankle. Out of habit, I closed my eyes. This time, I saw two faces. Mine. And some guy I'd never seen before. That night, Natalie's phone lit up. [Thanks for spending today with me, Natalie.] Twenty-one years. A hundred thousand touches. And for the first time, I was wrong.