A runaway bride who escapes to Rome.
A handsome mysterious Italian man.
A proposition for one night of passion.
Will one night be enough?
I never believed in fate.
That was something for the dreamers, the romantics, not someone as practical and pragmatic as I.
Fate had nothing to do with me walking in on my soon-to-be husband in a compromising position with his secretary.
Fate had nothing to do with me hopping on a plane to Rome, effectively standing up my former fiancé on our wedding day.
And fate certainly had nothing to do with the handsome stranger sitting across the aisle from me, one who would open my mind and heart to things I never thought possible.
Because if fate is real, she’s cruel and unforgiving.
He could never be mine.
I could never be his.
And his deception may just be my breaking point.
Recommended for mature readers.