Okay, so I fake-proposed to my assistant to save my company— and now I’m sleeping ten feet from the woman I can’t stand. Brooke Evans is a walking HR violation. Too bubbly. Too chatty. Too damn pretty for her own good. She’s been under my skin since the day she waltzed into my office, and now, thanks to a corporate nightmare, she’s wearing my ring. It’s supposed to be fake. Strictly business. Except now we’re sharing close quarters, tight smiles, and one dangerously hot kiss I can’t stop thinking about. I notice everything about her. The way she talks with her hands. The way her smile cracks when she’s trying not to cry. The way my name sounds when she’s breathless. Yeah. I fell. Harder than I ever meant to. And the worst part? One more lie, one wrong move—and I lose her and everything I’ve built.

London's skyline has nothing on the storm brewing in my chest.  Poppy Ellis is a whirlwind of color and chaos.  Too bright. Too daring. Too damn captivating for my comfort.  We met at a gala: one night of raging passion neither of us saw coming.  Now, she's invading my office, and my thoughts.  

Her spark against my solemnity is a light I can’t ignore. We’re stuck together, wrestling with floor plans, and something dangerously magnetic. Her laugh tugs at my well-guarded walls. Her touch rewrites every rule I’ve set.

Emma is already picturing her in our lives, and truth be told, so am I. I’m becoming the man who craves more than just solitude.

But, here’s the kicker.

If I stand still and watch her walk away, I lose not just her—but a future I’ve only dared to dream.

He’s tradition. She’s rebellion. Together, they’re explosive.

When billionaire champagne mogul Étienne de Valcour purchases land next to rival winemaker Geneviève de Montclair’s beloved vineyard, he expects resistance—not attraction. She’s fiery, unfiltered, and everything he’s not.

But when they’re forced into a high-stakes competition—trapped on a remote French estate—their rivalry bubbles into something far more intoxicating.

He’s all control. She’s all chaos.

They’re supposed to be enemies.

But passion doesn’t care about boundaries.

And in wine, as in love, it’s the blend that makes the magic.