bittersweet

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.