I thought I was marrying the man of my dreams. Until a handsome stranger stopped the ceremony. My world exploded on my wedding day. A dark-haired, gorgeous stranger objected as I stood at the altar in my long, white gown. He told all my friends, family, and my fiancé that he was the man for me. I had no idea who he was, but he offered me an escape I was craving, so I left the church with him. He might have been a little drunk and horribly confused. Luke Jones stumbled into the wrong church. He was trying to stop the woman he loved from marrying another man. I took him to his apartment, got him into bed so he could sleep it off, and left a note. Two days later, he showed up on my doorstep. I should have sent him away, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. Luke was the hero I always needed. The calm, confident, sexy-as-sin fireman saved me from making the biggest mistake of my life. I saved him from the unending pain of a broken heart. Right when I start to think luck brought us together, fate’s bittersweet hand threatens to tear us apart forever.