He spilled a drink on my dress. I dumped my wine in his lap. Which is why I invite the dark-and-brooding beast to clean me up. Only it turns out, he’s not a stranger at all.
I made a list of all my darkest fantasies. It was a meaningless joke— Right up until my arranged husband found it. Now it’s his mission to check off Every. Single. Box….
My older sister ran away from home to avoid being forced into an arranged marriage with the mafia family blamed for her mother’s death. Now that burden has fallen to me.
