If an immortal sat next to you on a bus, would it occur to you he was different from everyone else? If a man walked up to you on a promenade and began talking to you, would you question if he was human? If you found a man so drop dead gorgeous you wouldn't mind a piece of him, would you stop and think 'oh, I wonder if he's actually dead'?
This is Abby. She doesn't question anomalies, or consider the impossible. Because Abby isAbby.
Within forty-eight hours of landing at Heathrow airport, Abby meets three gorgeous, hot, sexy men who keep her busy, interested and distracted. And she doesn't question why the first has eyes like a cat, why the second only appears after dark, and why the third shows no more interest in her than good old fashioned friendship.
What she does question is her future. What she is good at is burying her head in the sand. What she wants is to forget that her life is a mess.
And what she doesn't believe in is love stories and happily-ever-afters.