Margaux Vance was never one for tradition, but her grandparents’ latest "arrangement" is a death sentence: a marriage of convenience to a man old enough to be her father, all to save a failing family legacy. On the eve of the wedding she never wanted, Margaux decides to take back the one thing that still belongs to her.
She walks into a dimly lit bar with a single, reckless vow: The first man to offer her a drink is the man who takes her innocence.
Enter Carter.
Dangerous, magnetic, and radiating a raw intensity that makes her blood sing, he’s exactly the kind of distraction she needs. He’s a liar, she can see it in his eyes when he gives his name, but in the heat of a single, sweat-drenched night, the truth doesn't matter. By dawn, he’s a ghost, leaving nothing behind but the scent of expensive bourbon and the ache of a memory.
But the wedding bells are still ringing.
Marguax walks down the aisle, bracing herself to meet her new husband. But it isn't the groom who stops her heart. Standing at the altar as the Best Man, her soon-to-be stepson, is the man from the bar.
Carter isn't just a stranger. He’s the heir to the empire she’s now bound to, and he has no intention of letting her forget the night she gave him everything.
She was supposed to be his father’s wife. Instead, she’s become his obsession.