Shanna Stiles hasn't been a virgin for years, but it's still her dream to have a white wedding. Her dream becomes a nightmare when, just before she walks down the aisle, her fiancé is seen kissing his best man.
She runs away from her life, and a chance encounter with the gorgeous, successful Ross Marshall leads to a week of passion and a connection neither of them expected. Ross is determined to have a future with Shanna, but someone out there won't let it happen. Shanna returns home and soon discovers disturbing secrets about the people she trusts.
With so much stacked against her, she looks to Ross for protection and comfort, and it turns out he may be exactly what she needs--except the man she left at the altar isn't giving her up without a fight.
She understood why she’d left her wedding, but why was she now heading back to her room with a stranger in tow? That reasoning was one she didn’t want to dwell on too closely. She remembered him from last night. Remembered those amber eyes. Even though the encounter lasted mere seconds, in the midst of all that turmoil, his presence had still registered around the region of her bruised heart. Calming her then and now. When she’d seen him again, and touched him, the bruise seemed to retreat a little. Maybe he could help that bruise retreat a little more. She needed him to hold her. She needed to feel wanted. She needed.
She released his hand, stopped in front of her door, and took out her key card. Glancing up at him once, she reassured herself the desire was still there. Like a beacon, it drew her. She opened the door and stepped inside. He followed behind her, and she heard the soft click of the door as it closed. Walking over to the side table, she put her bag down on it. “Would you like something to drink?”