Falling on my face in the grocery store wasn't new.
Being helped to my feet by a gorgeous stranger was.
You might think romance can't blossom when you're wedged between a wall of soup cans and racks of sardines, but you'd be wrong.
Bronson is pure perfection-- smoldering, muscled, and different than the local boys I've dealt with since I was a kid.
I'm sure we're heading for a future together. But after one amazing month, he vanishes.
The only thing he left behind—besides my broken-heart—were stories about the City of Angels.
So I moved to LA, expecting wonderful things.
I found nothing but misery.
Worse?
I found Bronson.
I didn't know he was rich. Or that he looked so sexy in a tailored suit.
Or that he'd become my new boss.
He's on a quest to get me to stop hating him, but after all his lying, I'm not sure it's possible.
Will this end in love... or me falling on my face all over again?