When my fiancé forgets to show up for our wedding, I show up at the one place on earth I can’t go. No, literally, I can’t—it’s forbidden to be here right now. How was I supposed to know the Jilted Brides Honeymoon Club closed for a holiday? No naughty massages or sexy group play like my blissed-out best friend had here. Just a grumpy gazillionaire who’s pissed that I’ve crashed his closed sex club. I came here seeking a no-strings revenge fling with an older stranger. Billionaire resort owner Ashton Holyfield will do nicely. He’s sexy and snarky and absolutely…
I read. And quilt. A lot.