<p>It’s really hard to save a guy’s life when he keeps running from you...</p><p>You might be asking yourself why I’m waving an inflatable penis in the air and screaming at the top of my lungs. If I took time to explain Declan Moss would get hit by a bus.</p><p>Let me back up. I didn’t ask for this. I was perfectly happy—and perfectly sane—before I stumbled into the role of Declan’s guardian angel. It was a thankless job until the moment that my panties dropped and his delicious smirk found his way in between my thighs.</p><p>Hello toe-curling ecstasy. Goodbye professional boundaries. And suddenly there’s a new danger to avoid: the falling of my heart.</p>