“I woke up naked in a stranger's luxurious penthouse with a splitting headache and zero memory of the night before. The man sleeping beside me was Jason Montgomery, the billionaire captain of the New York Ghosts. And on both of our left ring fingers were matching, irremovable gold wedding bands. He looked at my terrified face with pure disgust, accusing me of being a calculating groupie who set him up. He threw some oversized clothes at me and kicked me out onto the streets without even a pair of socks. When I finally made it back to my tiny Brooklyn apartment, my own mother took one look at my expensive, unfamiliar clothes and delivered the final blow. "Did you sleep with some man for money? Nothing about you looks like you belong in this family anymore!" I was completely shattered. I didn't know how I ended up in his bed, why we were suddenly married, or why my memory was a terrifying void. Why did this paranoid sports star also have no memory of our supposed wedding? What exactly happened at that bar last night? Trapped between a mother who despised me and a ruthless celebrity husband who warned me to stay quiet, I stared at the gold ring digging into my flesh. I couldn't just hide and cry. I had to find out the truth, even if it meant confronting the Ice God himself.”