You Can't Buy Love

Money can't buy happiness, but neither can pride …

Julianna Magnusson has given sixteen years to Rutherford Hospital. She all but runs the cardiac unit while working as a nurse practitioner, sits on the hospital's budget committee in her boss's place, and has spent years watching administration cut staff and equipment to the bone while congratulating itself in press releases.

She'd have walked long ago. But her father has Alzheimer's, her mother has dementia, and Jules is the one paying for their care.

So when she's ordered to attend the Rutherford Group's annual gala — black tie, open bar, all proceeds to Alzheimer's research — she does the only reasonable thing. She drinks five glasses of very good wine and starts across the ballroom to tell the owner precisely what she thinks of him.

She doesn't make it. A stranger steps into her path, and instead of stopping her, he lets her get it all off her chest. Every failure. Every cut. Every injustice. And then he takes her back to his hotel room and takes her mind off all of it.

Monday morning, he's standing at the front of the staff meeting.

Noah Rutherford. The owner's son and the Rutherford Group's Director of Operations, sent to restructure the hospital. Armed with every piece of information she gave him.

He's arrogant, immaculate, and far too sure of himself. He's also the only person in the building with the power to fix what's broken … or finish breaking it. Now Jules has to decide how much of her pride she's willing to swallow to save the hospital — and whether she can do it without losing her heart in the process.