So when she collides with a ruggedly handsome man carrying a basket of violets on a rainy night in Boston, she thinks she's found her miracle. Cynical, brooding ex-soldier Tom Stone can paint. And he's quite good. He just needs Harper's artistic touch.
But once she talks him into pretending he's a long-lost descendant of van Gogh, the trouble really begins. As the art opening draws near, their identities -- both real and imagined -- hang in the balance. The student becomes the master as Tom teaches Harper that passion is its own work of art…