Zoë Smith was far from normal. Crazy as it sounded, on her twenty-fifth birthday she had the chance to become a superhero. But x-ray vision and the ability to fly were only two things to consider. There were other factors, too.... There was her newfound heightened sensitivity. She could hardly eat a chocolate bar without writhing in ecstasy; how was she to give herself the birthday gift she'd really set her heart on—George Taylor?

The handsome P.I.'s dark exterior hid a truly sweet center, and Zoë felt certain that his mere touch would send her spiraling into oblivion. But the man was looking for an average Jane—no matter what he claimed. He could never love a superhero-to-be, especially one with an overprotective stallion of a brother and a creepy cousin who seemed to be lurking in all the wrong places. Could he?

Zoë had to know. With her super powers, Zoë could only see through his clothing—to strip bare the workings of his heart, she'd have to rely on something a little more potent.