Originally titled Destiny’s Lady, a more accurate title needed to be centered on the idea that when you mess with a prediction of someone’s future you need to be prepared for the consequences.

They called her Madame Destiny. Who would have guessed that the flashy raven-haired beauty was really sweet, quiet strawberry-blond Cindy Carroll? It was fun playing fortune teller for charity . . . until Nick Wainwright appeared in her crystal ball. He'd been her crush since high school. And he'd just become her boss. Clearly Nick was intrigued by the exotic gypsy who predicted true love . . . then led him straight into Cindy's arms. Suddenly the man she'd admired from afar was reaching out for her love. Destiny had brought them together, but would the truth drive them apart?