Her painful beauty drew me in.
6’3 and being a reckless playboy billionaire, she shouldn’t have been a challenge for me.
Never imagined a sweet rose like her could cause such grief.
What I thought was serendipity, turns out to be a betrayal; that luscious reporter was hired by the Mafia to take my company down.
Except there’s something genuine in her eyes.
Something pure and moving in her Seattle born heart.
When I spirit her away to my manor in the woods, I realize she’s a perfect fit for becoming my fake bride.
Without her, I’ll never inherit my CEO title.
Still, every rose has its sinful prick; not being able to touch her is absolute hell.
While the Mob, my father, our old demons, and a stalker circle us, there’s one dilemma I can’t ignore.
The way she truly infatuates my every sense.
Now, I’ll never be able to stop. Not until she’s mine.