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When indie erotica author Amy's bank card gets frozen at the airport, a stranger's Twitter reply changes everything.

Ben doesn't know why he offered a ride to the furious woman tweeting about missing the Author Non-Conference. Maybe it's her profile pic. Maybe it's that he recognizes the particular brand of universe-is-against-me frustration.

What starts as a simple rescue becomes something neither of them planned for.

Amy talks too much. Ben has a dangerously high tolerance for bratty behaviour. Both are heading to the same conference. Both have baggage that has nothing to do with luggage.

Sometimes deliverance comes not on a white horse, but in a rental car with a man who doesn't back down from a challenge.