Mason Pressfield liked his quiet, solitary, ordered life. He liked his mostly nocturnal existence, working late into the night and sleeping through the day. He liked the quiet of his apartment, one of only two on his floor, and he especially liked being able to escape from people whenever he wanted to. It's not that he didn't like other people, he just found them so… draining. So what if two of his friends had found their forever partners? It didn't mean that he was missing out on anything. He wasn't the relationship type anyway, and he liked to be able to keep the women in his life at arm's length. He liked to have complete control over any and all interactions with them. So why was his new neighbour getting under his skin? And what the hell were those strange noises coming from her apartment in the middle of the night? Abby Sutherland chose her apartment because it was only one of two on that floor and the building manager assured her that her neighbour was the type to keep to himself. She liked her anonymity and a quiet, unobtrusive neighbour was exactly what she needed. Abby had a secret that she was bound and determined to keep just that - a secret. The last thing she needed was a nosy neighbour butting in and trying to find all the skeletons in her closet. When she first saw her new neighbour, it wasn't under exactly ideal conditions and may have even come across as slightly suspicious. And then he caught her again, also in a compromising position and she doubted the wisdom of choosing this particular apartment. Even though she knew she needed to keep away from him, she was drawn to her tall, dark and handsome neighbour and her very active imagination began to use him as her muse for all sorts of fantastic tales. But would the real Mason be a disappointment as she got to know him, or was he exactly what she had been fantasising about all along?