Love wasn’t on my London itinerary. I came for scones, peace, and a little soul-searching. Then I hopped into the wrong car at Heathrow, fell asleep, and woke up in the home of Simon Oliver. He’s rich, ridiculously handsome, and carries himself like the world should bend to his will. I’m sunshine, he’s all storm clouds. But a twist of fate has us stuck together. At first, he ignored my smiles, hiding behind those brooding stares. Then I roped him into being my tour guide, and suddenly, the air between us was electric. It began with playful teasing. Then progressed to lingering touches. And now his kisses make me forget my name. I’m falling for him. His hands are trouble. His voice in the dark is sin itself. And when he whispers precisely what he wants to do to me, every part of me screams YES. But his polished, spiteful ex is determined to stir the pot. And she’ll do whatever it takes to make sure we don’t last.