This obviously isn’t the fun, romantic first time I’ve always imagined, but it’s the only way to raise the money to save my sister from her abusive ex.

But I’ll confess, by the time the auction is over, this lifelong book nerd is shaking in her high heels and itchy lace corset.

And then I meet him. Sterling. 

But what did he mean when he said he can’t remember the last time his hands were clean? And why does his sleepy country estate need a man with a gun guarding the entrance?