Autorentext

Molly Barlowe grew up in California but now lives with her husband and daughter in the oh-so-amazing state of Texas. When she's not diving into the world of her characters, some of her hobbies include hiking, snowboarding, traveling, and long walks on the beach ... which roughly translates to being a homebody and dishing out movie quotes with her hubby. She has a weakness for nerdy movies and loves curling up in a fluffy blanket during a thunderstorm ... or under one in a bathtub if there are tornados. That way she can pretend they aren't really happening. She wrote as Molly McAdams from 2012-2024.

Klappentext

I'm what people call a charmer. Maybe it's the drawl, maybe it's the dimples, or maybe it's the entire ex-Special Forces package. Either way, I've never met a woman I haven't been able to sweep off their feet ... until Mallory Monroe. The only female on our team, she's all fierce words, brave actions, and impenetrable walls around her heart. She's also the only girl I've ever loved.

After burying my feelings for over a decade, I'm not surprised I dream of waking up married to her. Except, it isn't a dream; the certificate claiming we're husband and wife is real, and neither of us remembers a thing. Dream come true or not, I never wanted this. Not when my new bride looks horrified, accuses me like our situation is my fault, and demands we "fix it."

But while I'd do almost anything for her--including taking a bullet for her, again--leaving her, in any sense of the word, isn't one of those things. And when Mallory makes no move to annul our secret marriage, even months later, I decide to test the waters by attempting to date my wife.