She's Hollywood royalty in hiding. He's a cowboy forced into vacation. A few hot nights in the tropics is just what the doctor ordered. No names. No consequences. Until Lily shows up to begin shooting her new movie...on Colt's ranch.

It was right out of one of my movies:

Tropical island, sexy single man, two hot nights of nameless passion.

Except instead of it being the first chapter of happily ever after, we went our separate ways with a promise to return to the resort in one year. This time with our real names.

But on my first day back at work the plan is thrown out the window. I don't have a year to get my life together and come up with an explanation for my sexy cowboy. I have a few minutes. And based on the grouchy look on his face, he's not too excited to find out his fling is not only standing in front of him, but a controversial celebrity ruining his quiet life.

Was our chemistry only explosive in the heat of the tropics? Or can we somehow manage to hurdle the realities of our complicated worlds and find that elusive happily ever after?