Big O’s by M.S. Parker

RAYE: A kiss from a stranger at midnight on New Year’s Eve doesn’t mean anything, does it? Then why can’t I stop thinking about him, dreaming about him? I need to stop, even if he’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever kissed. Even if I find him again, it can never become anything more than a fantasy. You see, I’m broken, and no one can fix me.

KANE: A kiss at midnight after saving a damsel in distress should’ve gotten me something better than a slap across the face, but I don’t regret it. Even now when I can’t get her out of my mind. Not because of how beautiful she was, or how great it felt when I kissed her. It was the look on her face just before she ran. A broken look…and I’m a guy who fixes broken things.