Lover by Design

His mouth was on the inside of my thigh, and I still didn’t know his name. That was the point.
Six months after being left at the altar, Celeste Hartwell is done being the beautiful sister everyone underestimates. She slips into London’s most exclusive masked club wanting one thing that belongs entirely to her: one night, no names, no consequences.
Until footage of that night is leaked alongside a £250,000 payment into her account—and the billionaire she’s accused of sleeping with turns up dead.
There’s only one problem. Celeste never slept with Sebastian Huxley.
She slept with Michael Harbinger, the elusive operative who spent years inside the conspiracy that nearly destroyed her family.
Now someone has reactivated a system that should have died with Margaret Harlow’s empire. Celeste is holding a key she never knew she possessed. And Michael may be the only man who can keep her alive long enough to clear her name.
But the deeper they go, the harder it becomes to separate the danger from the desire.
Especially when Celeste discovers their first night together may not have been nearly as anonymous as she believed. Because Michael has always known more than he tells her.
And this time, being wanted may be just as dangerous as being watched.