I, Faye Jensen, finally have my sh*t together.

Sure, I lost my job, my condo, and I'm currently living back home With my topless yoga-loving mom, but we all have our faults, right? And the cherry on this craptastic Sundae is I just discovered a secret stash of hoohah pics on my boyfriend's phone.

Too bad it's not my hoohah.

So much for having my sh*t together. And yet coming home has its perks. Specifically a big, gorgeous, modern Viking with chiseled abs kind of perks.

Meet Stellan Odegard.

Stellan is my 6' 4" MIT dropout best friend, and a totally ripped ninJitsu master. Stellan is all kinds of grown-up, but one thing is for sure - he has no time for my pity party. Stellan insists on dragging me out of this funk. Kicking and screaming, if he must.

His devious methods include pizza, Billy Idol, and a snarky dare that forces me to dust off my old sketchbook for the first time in a decade. Doesn't he know I put that dream of being a cartoonist far behind me?

How dare he come at me with art therapy? Especially when he knew it would work.

But did he know working together would spark naughty dreams, nay fantasies of my childhood friend? If only I could stop picturing that modern Viking tossing me over his naked shoulder.
If only Stellan felt the same way about me...

Catch My Fall is part laugh-out-loud, part heartwarming tale of eccentric billionaires, cartoon monkeys, and the art of Cyndi Lauper hairstyles. This story reminds us to trust what makes the heart sing, and that it's never too late to find out just who you want to be when you grow up.