Freya Skye has spent years cementing her place in her family's London empire. She's professional, she's driven, and she's finally taken seriously-until Malachi arrives. Sent by his parents from across the globe to learn "responsibility," Malachi is the one person Freya has never been able to tolerate. Now, she's forced to share her office and her projects with him, and Freya is about to find out that her biggest professional threat isn't a market crash-it's the guy across the desk who knows exactly how to get under her skin.

Last year was a chaotic blur of transatlantic flights, forced kisses, and realizing home isn't a place, it's a person with a very smug smirk. I'd traded my rainy London mornings for California sun and a a place at the marketing agency here. This year, I'm marrying the boy I once couldn't stand, and between balancing our careers and the absolute nightmare of guest lists, I have a feeling the real chaos is only just beginning. My chapter in LA was just starting.