Salvaged Hearts

Marrying my alphahole boss to save his skin? Sure. Why not? It's not like my life is normal anyway.As the head of a third generation multi-billion-dollar empire, Greyson Hart is infuriatingly demanding, colder than an iceberg, and has the emotional range of a teaspoon. The fact that he looks like a dark-haired Adonis is proof that god has a twisted sense of humor and wants me to be miserable.I've spent twenty-one months, fifteen days, seven hours, and forty-nine excruciating minutes as the Emerald Bay Titan's personal assistant (but who's counting?). When I finally quit, it feels like I've escaped my own personal hell. Just when I think I'm free, Greyson is accused of embezzlement, and while he might be the last person I want to help, I know he'd never betray his family's empire. So I start searching for answers.Word to the wise? If you go digging through closets hunting for secrets, you don't get to pick which skeleton falls out. I might not believe the allegations, but the man has more secrets than the Vatican, and I unearth the wrong one.