Harper Higgins, art history professor and Vincent van Gogh scholar, doesn’t need a man. She needs an artist. Fast. The art show she’s counting on to secure her tenure is in trouble.
So when she collides with a ruggedly handsome man carrying a basket of violets on a rainy night in Boston, she thinks she’s found her miracle. Cynical, brooding ex-soldier Tom Stone can paint. And he’s quite good. He just needs Harper’s artistic touch.
But once she talks him into pretending he’s a long-lost descendant of van Gogh, the trouble really begins. As the art opening draws near, their identities—both real and imagined—hang in the balance. The student becomes the master as Tom teaches Harper that passion is its own work of art…
“She had to give credit where credit was due though and, in this instance, it was due somewhere beneath that dampened t-shirt that clung to muscles the likes of which she wasn’t sure she’d seen on an actual living, breathing man. Unless Channing Tatum counted as human, and she wasn’t entirely sure he did. He was more of a mythical creature. Like a unicorn.”