What It Takes To Mend A Broken Heart

From the back cover

I was his secret weapon, the ghostwriter of his success, the woman whose soul he stole and put on display.

He took my designs, gave the credit to his socialite fiancée, and then offered me cash to "handle" our unborn child.

He left me broken on a rain-slicked New York street, believing I was just another problem solved.

But in Paris, I rebuilt myself, my pain becoming the blueprint for an architectural masterpiece that would win the world's most prestigious award.

Now he's lost everything, haunted by the genius he discarded.

He's come back, begging to rebuild the bridge he burned.

But some foundations are too shattered to ever be repaired.