The Rules We Break

Some rules were made to be broken.

Heiress Scarlett Winters had one month. One stolen, glittering month in Europe before her doctoral program — and the carefully constructed Winters legacy — claimed her for good. No real names. No futures. No promises. Just the present, golden and slow as honey.

Then she met him.

Thirty mornings of roses and stolen kitchens, of fado music on Lisbon rooftops and a man who loved her in a language she didn't know existed. It was supposed to end at the airport gate.

It didn't.

A sweeping, sensual love story about duty, desire, and the price of breaking your own rules.