London Falling

I feel things. Deeply. More so than most people. Call it an empathic ability, call it whatever you want. It doesn t change the fact that I am unable to love at least not again. When you ve had everything and lost it, there is no do-over. You can t repair a shattered heart. Instead of the pursuit of Mr. Right, I m forever enjoying Mr. Right Now. It s worked for me the last four years and will continue for the rest of my days. Then I met him. Collier Stone. My sexy Englishman. He is everything I don t need, but can t deny wanting. His body, his sheer essence calls to that deep place inside me. Doesn t matter though. Regardless of how delicious his accent or how intense the chemistry that sizzles between the sheets, the simple fact remains. I will never give him, or any man, what they need from me. My name is London Kelley and I will never fall in love.