'When it comes to sex, I prefer the Cinderella approach—appear like magic, get the guy and disappear by midnight. I don’t know why Barrett Byron-Moore is here in San Francisco, but before midnight, I’m going to have my wicked way with him. Happy birthday to me.

'Well, Barrett isn’t just some random guy. He’s been sent by the notorious Harts, billionaires who are outrageously, ridiculously, can’t-even-imagine-it rich. Because it turns out I am a Hart half sister, and Barrett is trying to reconnect me with my family. I’ve been on my own since my mom died, and I don’t do “warm and gooey.” Alone is all I know.

'Barrett is confusing all my trusted instincts. And the more time we spend together—touching, tasting, wanting—the deeper I’m sinking. Not just because I don’t do this, but because he’s with the Harts. Because he’s their spy, and even the best sex can’t erase that.

'Forget glass slippers, hearts can be as fragile as fine crystal. They shatter. And for this Cinderella, there’s no such thing as a happy ending…' (Publication summary)