For someone who wasn't the "dating kind," he had certainly done a bang-up job of wooing me. Dating, marriage ... the whole nine yards. I'd fallen hard. I couldn't help it. Nolan Corrington was gorgeous, charming, sweet, and he loved me with a passion I'd never felt before. It was inevitable on my end.

He tried to fight his love for me. I was the first girl he ever let in because he'd vowed never to love. He didn't want the fallout a heartbreak would create. But he said dating me, marrying me, loving me ... the whole nine yards was inevitable for him too.

With a love like that, there could be no room for heartbreak, right?

Well, see ... that's the thing about loving someone so hard. You don't always share everything about yourself, at least not until it's too late ... until the person is so deep inside you that you hope they won't want to leave. That's what I like to call love's deception.

And that's what Nolan counted on.

What could go wrong? Oh, only everything ... only the one thing he feared in the first place ... heartbreak. Too bad it wasn't just a matter of walking away ... it was more, a lot more. It was life, death, and everything in between. It was love, and it was deception.