A marriage of convenience… Annabella is tired of being used. Used as an A-list arm ornament. Used for her fame and her money. When she’s done filming her latest movie, she plans to play the ultimate acting role—a marriage in name only. It’s not love, but at least she’ll have peace. Those plans come to a shrieking halt when she finds her home stained with blood, her fiancé missing—and a police officer reading her Miranda rights. The rescuer who walks into the station isn’t her friend Daisy, but a six-foot-four, mouthwatering wall of muscle who rivets her gaze. An attraction deeper than blood and bone… One look at Annabella’s vulnerable, tear-streaked face, and John Waters wants nothing more than to clear a path for her. Through a sea of reporters to a waiting car. Through any danger to safety. Through her tangled emotions, straight to his arms. In what universe is a broken, ex-Navy SEAL in the same league with silver-screen perfection? He should be slamming the brakes on his desire, right effing now. But to keep her safe from mounting danger, he has to keep her close. And that’s the biggest danger of all—to his heart.