BLURB:

My name is Darcy Elizabeth Reed, and three months ago, I blew up my entire life.

Okay, technically, I ended my engagement, packed up my ficus Gerald, and drove six hours from the suburbs of Philadelphia to Boston for a fresh start. Same thing.

What I didn't expect was my charming new apartment in the South End. Or my devastatingly hot firefighter landlords.

Who happen to be brothers.

Tyler is sunshine, trouble, and entirely too easy to talk to. His older brother Mack is opposite—steadier, stubborn, and always knows exactly which buttons to push. Together, they're funny, protective, and constantly downstairs reminding me that I'm supposed to be focusing on myself. Not them. Definitely not both of them.

The problem? They don't do relationships, they definitely don't do repeats, and whatever is happening between the three of us is supposed to be nothing more than a little harmless fun.

I'm determined to build a life that's mine and mine alone anyway. No more losing myself for someone else's comfort or making myself smaller to fit into someone else's plans. But every look, every late-night conversation, and every excuse to spend time together makes it harder to remember why I thought keeping things casual was such a good idea. Because the heat between us keeps rising.

And for the first time since leaving Pennsylvania, I'm starting to wonder if choosing myself and choosing love might not be mutually exclusive after all.