With this fling, I thee… what?
Mourning the death of her beloved godmother is a perfectly acceptable pastime for archaeologist Charlotte Greenstone. Mourning the demise of her fictional fiancé - created purely for her dying godmother's benefit - isn't. So what if he'd been a globetrotting botanist, humanitarian, philanthropist, lover extraordinaire, and altogether useful individual to have around? He didn't exist. Men like that never existed.
And then she met Greyson Tyler. Globetrotting botanist, workaholic, pedant, irritant, and altogether disconcerting man to have around. So what if Grey knew his way around a woman's body? The man wasn't even housebroken.
Or was he?