First, hate. Then, want. But in the end? Heartbreak.
My celebrity life was supposed to be easy, and this movie was the biggest break of my career. But from the moment Officer Levi Fox gave me a speeding ticket on my way into town, he’s been nothing but a thorn in my side.
Dominant. Cocky. Callous.
Midnight blue eyes, a bad attitude, and muscles for days, he's exactly the kind of man I should avoid.
But as the Cold, Montana Police Department's official movie liaison, he's taken up a permanent place in my life that I can't shake.
We fight. A lot.
Then, we kiss—and my carefully crafted hate toward him no longer feels so much like hate.
I'm falling, falling, falling.
But how often do alpha-jerks cushion the landing?