Lexie Quinn

Waking up to no car, no money, and no fiancé wasn't my ideal end to a Vegas vacation, but fate had plans for me as my world came crashing down. Now, I have two choices: accept the hand I've been dealt… or do something I never thought I was capable of.

My steps to a happily ever after: 1. Go to Vegas and accept the perfect proposal. 2. Move to NYC with the love of my life. 3. Enjoy impending motherhood. Everything was supposed to be perfect. Instead, a weekend in Sin City blew up in my face.

My forties should have been when I thrived. Instead, I'm facing them as a divorced single mother in an unfamiliar city. Trying to reclaim my life led me to a new man's bed… then another… and another. It doesn't mean anything that they're my scent matches.

The last thing I remembered was falling asleep in the snow after my so-called best friend abandoned me in the woods for rejecting him. But instead of waking up in a snow drift, I woke up in an unfamiliar cabin with six feet of shirtless alpha wrapped around me to fend off the cold.

I'd just wanted a bit of fun with the beautiful alpha I'd run into at the concert, one night to let off steam, and then we could go our separate ways. I hadn't known he was a rock superstar.