Delta

It was supposed to be a fun, parent-free skiing holiday in Switzerland with my brother Killian and my found-family cousin Cal Roth. You’d think, what with our ridiculous history plus the cadre of bodyguards dogging our every move, that I wouldn’t get into any trouble.
Well, my name is Bryn Harris, and I am my mother’s daughter after all, and if you know anything about Layla, you know trouble finds her. In this case, however, I *may* have…um…helped trouble find me. Just a little bit. By accident.
The sneaking out and giving my bodyguards the slip was on purpose. The stopping of a kidnapping right out of the club was also on purpose. Freezing at the wrong moment and getting kidnapped myself? That was the accident part.
So was the falling in, uh, lust, with the tall, dark, and handsome British bad boy who comes to my rescue; and when I say bad boy, I do mean Bad with a capital B, because it becomes quickly apparent that Rush Bellamy has more secrets and skeletons in his closet than I can shake a stick at.