I ran out on my wedding and ended up in a snowstorm—with a grumpy billionaire in my borrowed bed. I didn’t plan to ruin my life in five-inch heels. I left Rob at the altar, veil flying, guests gasping. One snowy night. One borrowed cottage. One brooding jackass I never expected to see again. Darien Blackwood: heir to a legal empire, permanently scowling, and inconveniently shirtless.I patch him up after a deer totals his Corvette. He blames me. Obviously. We can’t stand each other—until we’re stuck together. He cooks gourmet food at midnight while I cry over wedding cake I never got to eat. We fake a relationship to throw off his obsessed ex—and my unhinged one. But the fake kisses start feeling dangerously real. I’m falling. Hard. Then I see him with her. I run—back to the one place I swore I’d never return—carrying a secret I can’t outrun. The baby growing inside me… is it his? Or the fiancé’s I left at the altar? $0.99 on Kindle.















































