Dr. Jules Montgomery needed a hero for just one night. Dane Andrews, Boss to his men, had only one rule—never mess with any woman in his home town. All it took was a stranger’s arms wrapped around his neck, and her soft, warm lips whispering in his ear, "Help a girl out. Your name's Gary, and you're my boyfriend," for Boss to break his rules.
Boss quickly stepped into the role of hero and fantasy boyfriend, finding it impossible to say no to the mesmerizing beautiful redhead. He played Gary to her Red. For one night only, they belonged to each other, fulfilling each other’s fantasies.
Five years later, fate and a redheaded four-almost five-year-old named Becca reunite them once again. Their lives have taken different paths, although neither has forgotten the other. Jules returns to her home town to reconcile with her aunt, only to discover that her aunt is the housekeeper to Boss, a man with an occupation that goes against everything Jules holds dear. Boss is considered a hero by those who know him, although he now needs a service dog by the name of Lucky to keep him safe. Together, man and dog become the heroes that Jules needs once again to keep her and her family safe for more than one night.
Deborah Armstrong believes in love, romance, and happily ever after. Although she is still in search of that perfect cup of coffee, she finds time to enjoy her favourite past times: reading, music, travelling, and spending time with friends and family.
How do you picture your fantasy boyfriend? What color are his eyes? Does it matter? Many book boyfriends have the deepest blue eyes, or steely grey eyes. What about brown eyes? Chocolate brown eyes that make you think of the yummiest chocolate you've ever tasted -- the kind that you remember once you've had that forbidden taste?
What about his face? Is it perfect or does it have a scar or a crooked smile that you can't resist staring at or kissing? Is it a face only a mother could love, or do women melt when they catch a glimpse of him?
When Jules met Dane, her fantasy boyfriend for one night, she knew that he was the man for her--perfectly imperfect.
She turned her attention back to the man. His eyes were chocolate brown. She always thought blue eyes were sexy on a man, but these eyes made her want to get lost in him forever. His nose was slightly off-center, and his smile just a bit crooked. He’d probably been in a fight or two, most likely won them because of his build. A thin scar above his lip made her sure that this man could fight. With every moment studying him, she realized that her fantasy boyfriend would look exactly like him. Perfectly imperfect.