Mandy crashed into my seaside town with a suitcase and a broken heart.
New York royalty with dangerous curves, a sinful dress, and a tiara perched on her head.
She was looking to mend her wounds with just one thing.
A night with a big, hard bad boy.
So I gave it to her – and I made her every fantasy come true.
Then she disappeared.
He told me to call him Big D.
And he was big, in every way – larger than life, my knight on a rockin’ steed.
He saved my wounded ego the night I caught my fiancé with another woman.
He made me feel things I never dreamed possible.
But the next morning, Big D broke my heart all over again, so I ran.
A month later, I received some shocking news.
Now Big D wants me back – and this is where things get really complicated.