My Silent New York Night — Lena Hart

Trading the sun for the snow was not my idea of a happy holiday. Sure, I was a native New Yorker, but five years in California had spoiled me. Now I'm back, living with my Nana and all the chaos, commotion, and crazies of this city was a depressing reminder of how I failed to make it big in Hollywood.

Then there's him--my Russian distraction...

I can't seem to get this guy out of my mind--or rather, his sexy body can't seem to get out of my head. He certainly has what it takes to keep me warm this winter, but... You know what? We won't talk about him... This moment is about me. I came back to follow my dreams and nothing's going to stop me.