Lindsey Chapman

I was the one stupid enough to hope for a happily ever after. It was my fault she was gone. It was my fault for being dumb, and being hopeful, and being in love. I knew better, and I didn't listen to my own warning bells. I'd been too deafened by Dominic Reed's love, and now others were paying the price. People I loved were in danger—my life was in danger—and we still didn't know why. We still didn't know who was doing this or what they wanted. Other than me. Me. A nobody. A girl broken from the inside out. A girl with a lightning temper and death-wish determination.

It seemed harmless when we met. He needed a nanny, and I needed a job. Badly. I was the only thing keeping food on the table and lights on in our not-so-happily-ever-after home. I thought working for Dominic Reed would be easy. I thought very wrong. It was the exact opposite of easy. In fact, it was impossible when he was my boss, and I was his employee, and fate decided it didn't care about professionalism or boundaries. It didn't care that I was ten years younger. It didn't care that I'd built the entire foundation of my adult life on the fact that love was poison and men were the devil.