She can’t afford to snag her plans for love…

Naomi Fisher happily returns to Montana to help with her cousin’s wedding, but the groom’s sexy and sullen brother is hard to resist. She almost fell for him once before and fled back to her life in hopes to ignore their attraction. The feelings he ignites in her are way too fatal for her comfort zone.

He lost his heart to her once…

Chayton Chambers doesn’t take kindly to Naomi’s reappearance in his life. She left without saying goodbye, but he’ll do what must be done to keep his brother and the bride happy. Even if that means accompanying the lovely Naomi down the aisle. It won’t be long before she is bored with his small town and heading back to her Hollywood fantasies.

She’ll trade garters for guns to survive…

When Chayton’s brother is kidnapped on his wedding day, Chayton and Naomi rush to find the important relic demanded as ransom so her cousin can become a bride instead of a widow. The consequences could mean more than losing their heart—it could mean losing their life. .

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Surprise flashed through his brain, but he narrowed his eyes before it had a chance to erupt on his face. He edged closer. In her heels, her nose usually touched his chin, but now the top of her head came under his chin. Her breath curled around his cheek, exerting an agitated pull on his hormones that left him shaky and hesitant. He camouflaged that hesitation with cockiness and confidence.

She inched her nose higher. He leaned down to look at her, his face a fingerbreadth from hers. “Maybe that’s your problem,” he grumbled. “Maybe you can’t get over the fact that I never tried to kiss you.”

He closed in on her, pinning her against the wall as he settled his hands on the wall near her head. She couldn’t move with him so near and he made a point to trap her.

He remained that way for several seconds, staring into blue eyes of defiance as they breathed in each other’s breath. His pulse hinged precariously close to plunging overboard and disrupting his steady poise, but for now he held on.

Then he kissed her. Hard. Briefly. Fervidly. Heat traversed from his toes, agitating his shaky thighs and roosting in his loins only to explode behind his eyes.

She deepened the kiss, a slight brush of her tongue against his. He held on another brief moment then dropped his hands and backed away before his point became futile. Swiping a hand across his mouth, he pinned her with a hard gaze. “Is that better?”

“I’m not here to ask your forgiveness.”