He's a morally gray grump who needs a fake fiancee. She's small town sunshine . . . and the only one he wants.



Simone: I should've said no. Brendan Black is everything I've been warned about—grumpy, controlling, devastating in a suit. But the family farm is days from foreclosure, and his proposal is too good to refuse: pretend to be his fiancée, live in his penthouse, and walk away with enough money to save everything I love.



I can survive the tension. The way he says my name like a command. It's fake. Just a job. Until one real kiss makes pretending impossible . . . and suddenly, I can't pretend anymore.


Brendan: They call me the Black Prince. Heir to Blackguard Holding, until my father demands the impossible. No wife, no CEO crown. So I recruit the perfect fake fiancée: Simone Bishop, the sweet, small-town candy striper who sat by my father's bedside when no one else could stand him.



She's soft, warm, too good for the world I live in. But she needs money. I need her hand. Four months. One address. Zero feelings.



Simple . . . until I start wanting to wreck that perfect hair in my bed every night. Simple . . . until I start wanting her for real.



Contains mature themes.