Billionaire business owners, killers, arsonists—these are the kinds of people I negotiate with on the regular. So when I get hired to deal with a knife-slinging brat refusing to marry her fiancé, I think ... easy peasy.

But the only negotiating that occurs is between me and my 'nads. Not only does Nova make me want to commit vile acts of treason against her innocent flesh, she tells me what kind of man her insanely wealthy father is forcing her to marry. Oh hell no. I'll brush questionable morals aside for some things, but not that.

I'm not leaving this house without getting Nova to lay down the knife. And a silent vow to ensure she lays down with me, as my new wife. Even if I have to risk life and limb to do it.