defeated, against his kitchen island. I watched him as his knees buckled, and he slid down the side of the large wood and granite piece. And then I knew that he wasn’t lying or kidding at all. The expression on his face was telling me all that I needed to know. With tears full in his eyes—tears of failed dreams and hopelessness—it was clear that Derek Sholts, billionaire, tech genius extraordinaire, ladies’ man was falling from grace. ~~~ Please subscribe to my NEWSLETTER to get an email from me when the next books are published. Thank you! Jenn Marlow