Emily Willows longs for love, but only with the man of her dreams: the brilliant, warm and dashing Edward Jones.

If only her handsome, foolish neighbor can stop with all his gentlemanly-ness and just pin her into the nearest solid obstacle available. And then, perhaps encircle her whimpering body into the solid rippling confines of his warmth to show her the greatest pleasure of being alive and breathing, and moaning beneath his-

But no, he would not. He could not. He would not even want to. As they’ve been best friends for, well, ever.

And life as Emily knows was already over when fates showed her the cruelest stars in the already sinking ship of her unrequited love by producing the gorgeous product of her own gender, opposite of her simple bland tomboy self, who'd bring shame to even the finest cream of the their species standing beside her.

Lara Williams. Who needed neither time nor any feminine charm in becoming Edward's world as soon as they meet.

Emily had neither, and she had spent her whole life believing it to be her fate.

And so, it was no secret Emily would rather run away than stay by Edward’s side as a supportive friend he sees her to be. But it becomes extremely challenging for her when he asks her for something in earnest, the biggest favor he could ever ask, even at the cost of their bond.

The one favour she was sure no friend would ever ask their own.

The one she was sure to lose herself to.

The one she knew she shouldn’t say yes to.

But it would indeed be the one to make her crazy all the way.

Oh, damnit, all to hell.

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This book contains scenes which might compel you to change your positions while sprawled on your bed like a moth, might curl your toes, might make you giggle like a madwoman in the middle of the night or perhaps just compel you to opt for the compassion in the tissue papers.

Beware of kissing your pillow and blushing like a harlot, the level of which may range from scorching hot to vulnerable passion, one at a time.