She wants a husband and kids. A billionaire international player? Absolutely not...

Samira Palmer isn't dating anymore. Not after last time. And especially not bad boys. Her career is the only relationship she wants to be in these days, and they're damn good together. Even if she can't bring her job to the costume ball as a date. She didn't expect fate to literally run into her in the form of a handsome, green-eyed Frenchman.

Jean-Baptiste is not just handsome—he's a sex god. And not just rich—he's a billionaire. So of course he isn't just a bad boy. He's also an emotionally unavailable player.

Opposites always attract... and the sparks flying between them could set the whole town aflame. But how can they hope for a happy ending when neither is ready to let the other in?