I thought waking up hungover with no recollection of the previous twenty-four hours would be the worst thing I'd encounter during my whirlwind trip to Vegas. It wasn't... not even close. Not only did I wake up in a strange room with a platinum band wrapped around my finger, I witnessed something no woman should ever see: a gruesome murder. If that wasn't unscrupulous enough, the unspeakable act was done by my husband: the stranger I married. With freshly signed alimony papers and a guilt-riddled heart, I left Vegas praying what happens in Vegas truly does stay in Vegas. My hope was left for dust when the fragment of my life I tried to forget collided into the present. Can the guarded, tortured man I married keep me safe when he is the one I need protecting from the most? * For TWs please visit the author's website.
