One rule-obsessed billionaire. One passionate art gallery curator. One murder at a charity gala that breaks all the rules.
Seymour I have three rules about women: no coffee dates, no kissing, never be alone with anyone who makes me forget why I built these walls.
Volunteering for the board of Lakewood Art Gallery should be safe—budgets, donors, polite conversation about paintings I pretend to understand.
Then I see Mandy again, the gallery’s fiercely independent curator fighting to save the place from financial collapse. She doesn’t just dislike me.
She looks at me like I’m a threat to everything she’s worked for. The worst part? I can’t stop noticing her talent, her fire, the way she refuses to be impressed by my money or my name.
Twenty-four hours in, every rule I’ve ever made is crashing down.
Mandy The gallery is my lifeline. If we don’t raise funds at this weekend’s gala, we lose everything—and I lose the only place I’ve ever belonged.
Then Seymour Black shows up on the board—polished, self-assured, and acting like he can fix our problems with a checkbook and condescending smile.
I can’t stand the way he questions my choices or the way my heart races every time he’s near. Our fundraising gala is supposed to save us.
Instead, a prominent local artist collapses dead during a fundraiser. The police call it a heart attack. I suspect murder—and the killer is still among Lakewood’s art patrons.
Now I’m forced to investigate with the one man I swore I’d never trust. We’re navigating jealous collectors, forged paintings, and decades-old grudges.
But the closer we get to the truth, the more dangerous our sleuthing becomes.
If Seymour and I don’t unmask the murderer fast, the gallery won’t be the only thing that goes under.
