Scorpio

Your heart shall be his, then will come the sting. You will suffer… and then you shall burn.

The words chill me to the bone. That’s my fate. At least, that’s what the palm reader says.

Destiny, horoscopes… who believes in that? I sure don’t. I make my own future, thank you very much.

But when I meet Scott Danger, the words come back to haunt me. His name even comes with a warning label. Handsome, rich, and sexier than any man should be, he’s pursuing me hard and fast. Little ol' me, a bartender with a penchant for makeup and old country music.