Julian Ashford thinks he's got everything under control.
He just hasn't met me yet.

I'm the wildfire with a stethoscope,
and the Winter Prince's defenses never stood a chance.

Especially after he pulls a stranger from a burning car at the town fair,
stumbles into my triage tent with blood on his collar and peels off his shirt.

At that point, whatever happens next is entirely his fault for having a body like that.
I'm just a woman who believes in seizing the moment.

Then Harbor Bend keeps throwing us together.
Clinic waiting rooms.
Gala fundraisers.

BLACK. TAILORED. SUITS.

That's when I realize the Winter Prince might be controlled,
but he is not, in fact, immune.

And the "small" complication?

Yeah. That was me completely misjudging the situation.

But craving his hands is simple.
Handing him my heart is a different story entirely.

Which is exactly why we draw up the perfect arrangement.

No strings. No labels. No "where is this going?"
My heart stays locked. His restraint stays... intact.

Except Julian doesn't touch me like a man who's just passing time.

And when the Winter Prince starts melting,
and the wildfire gets dangerously close,

It's hard to tell if we're headed for disaster or something worth keeping.