Jake Reyes doesn't do complicated. He does rooftop parties, easy chemistry, and mornings that end before anyone starts asking questions — and at Vantage Creative, everybody knows it. There's an office pool with his name on it, for God's sake. Then he meets a woman at a party who isn't playing his game. She doesn't laugh at his lines. She doesn't fall for his charm. She leaves him standing on a fifth-floor balcony thinking about her for the first time in years — and he doesn't even get her number. He gets her name instead. Veronica. There's just one problem: she's his best friend's sister. Completely, unambiguously off limits. And when the reveal lands in the middle of a Sunday family dinner — Mason grinning like he's been sitting on the best secret of his life — Jake makes her a promise he fully intends to keep. He doesn't. Not really. Not in the ways that count. Over the next year, Jake becomes someone he doesn't recognize — a man who can't finish what he starts with anyone else, who lies awake running one name on a loop, who finally understands what it means to actually want someone instead of just wanting company. When Mason's wedding puts Jake and Veronica in the same reception hall again, he stops pretending. He tells her the truth. He tells Mason the truth. And when Veronica finally, deliberately, stops holding him at arm's length, neither of them holds back again. Off Limits is a slow-burn, forbidden-romance novel about the friend you're not supposed to fall for, the reputation you have to burn down to deserve her, and the kind of wanting that doesn't quit just because you told it to. Steamy, emotional, and unapologetically explicit — this is a love story that earns every bit of its heat.