I had my heart truly broken for the first time a year ago. The one person that held me in the black aftermath – that held the broken pieces of my life and patiently helped me mend them back together – was my platonic boyfriend Jake.

Now Jake wants more. He wants everything I have to give, and that's just to start. His formidable, tyrannical father is demanding for his heir to have an heir, and Jake's biological clock is ticking so loud I nearly ducked.

Wedding bells and baby giggles are already behind on Jake's demanding schedule. Only he believes love is a concept, and the last thing I want is to fall for a man who doesn't love me like I do him. He accuses me of being fueled by emotions, but logic has never applied to us. When the line between platonic and passion distorts, both our strengths will be severely tested.