A self-centered, gold-digging, and utterly clueless villainess—this is the role our protagonist is forced into when she wakes up inside a cringeworthy romance novel, just as the cruel fate of her character is about to unfold. Determined to change the course of her story, she grabs a dog leash and dashes off, hell-bent on rewriting her destiny. But things take a turn for the worse when she accidentally spills wine all over the pants of the cold, enigmatic John Christopher. Before she can even apologize, a stray cigar ember falls, igniting the fabric in flames… With cold sweat running down her back, she tells herself: Don’t panic. I’m gorgeous, I can get through this. I’ll win this fight—no matter what.