Asa
I come to Aspen to get away. I need to get away. My ex Christine is a true pill and has no problem showing me her capabilities when she announces her engagement to another man at my brother's wedding. She lets me know exactly why she cheated on me once again and I just need something, anything to take this pain away. That's how this all starts with the girl I meet in Aspen, but she was never just a one off and now that I've had her . . .
How can I let her go?
Noni
My ex is a dick, an epic one and despite the urge to curl up with a tub of Häagen-Dazs and a chick flick, I give into my friend pushing this Aspen trip on me. I meet a guy there. I lose myself there, and though I don't know him, I need him. I need the feeling of him, but it goes beyond that. My heart longs for Asa far beyond the urges of my body, but it can't. We only have this short excursion together.
How can anything else beyond that work?
Contains mature themes.
Asa
I never forgot her . . . Noni, the woman just as unique as her name who never failed to light a fire inside me. The last time I saw her I was in a bad place, a dark one that actually sent me to the Big Apple today. I was in the city to lead another one of my late father's corporate divisions yes, but running, escape, had been my true plan of intent. I had lots to get away from, my sins a laundry list, and it had been she, Noni, who got me out of them the last time. She did more than just fill a void. She fixed my messed up soul no matter how brief a time.
So why had I let her go?
Noni
I came upon him in a similar state before . . . desired by women. They flocked to the man like groupies to a tour bus and however naively, I had been one of them over four years ago. A vulnerable place sent me to vacation in Aspen and it had been Asa who found me, made me moan, made me forget and I didn't come away from that vacation unchanged. He gave me the most wonderful little blessing I could ever receive, my son Jalen.
Contains mature themes.
Johari
When I applied to medical school, I never thought I'd be paying the bill by becoming a surrogate. I suppose a girl has to do what she has to do in the end, so I decided to intercept Uncle Sam before he could come for me. Funny enough, it's surprisingly easy to find willing participants. I answered an ad and the guy showed up at the coffeehouse we agreed to meet at. He showed up frickin' . . . beautiful and with brown eyes that tightened my tummy in ways they probably shouldn't have. He looks familiar to me. Like I've seen him on the news or in the paper or something.
And the last thing I should be doing is falling for the guy whose baby I volunteered to carry.
Alexander
She's obviously here for someone else, agreed to meet someone else. About a baby? She wants to carry . . . my baby? Oddly, before the moment I met this woman the thought had never really crossed my mind. I suppose the idea never had time to form considering I've just been cleared of cancer. I get the news right before I meet her. I meet her and everything changes. I want a baby. I want another chance to lead a fulfilling life and I want . . . her.
But how can I have them both?
Contains mature themes.
