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, my 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.
But just when I start to think luck brought us together, fate's bittersweet hand threatens to tear us apart forever.
