Edward Ambrose isn't particularly sure how morally reprehensible a man had to be to entertain thoughts of sex at a funeral but when faced with endless legs, perfect skin, and a mouth that is criminally wicked, can he really be condemned? He is, however, pretty certain that every secretive fantasy he's had over the years about friend and former classmate Mia Peyton has somehow snowballed into something major, something incredible, illogical and terrifying in the wake of her adoptive grandmother's death. It's something that he can't let go of.

The moment things begin to bleed from casual to "where should I put my overnight bag?" Edward is ready to dive off the cliff headfirst in anticipation of the impact. There seems to be one small issue—Mia.

His statuesque beauty is a lot less spontaneous. He just needs to show her that oftentimes tragedy can give birth to groundbreaking pleasure.