Warlord

She had money; he had nothing…

SAVANNAH

My billionaire father treats his prize thoroughbreds with more care than he treats me. To him, I’m just a corporate asset—a bargaining chip to be married off to a corrupt politician twice my age to secure his next casino empire. So, on Thanksgiving Eve, I ran. I drove straight into the teeth of a historic Kentucky blizzard, only for my car to plunge off a mountain switchback into a freezing ravine.

WARLORD

I rode up to my isolated mountain cabin to spend Thanksgiving alone, wanting nothing but a bottle of whiskey and a break from club politics. I didn’t plan on rescuing a sharp-tongued spitfire from a crumpled sedan. Savannah Montgomery is entirely off-limits—the daughter of the most powerful billionaire in Lexington. She belongs in silk sheets; I belong in the gutter.