COMING NOVEMBER 6
HE NEEDS A WIFE. SHE NEEDS A STORY.
THEY HATE EACH OTHER.
THAT'S PRECISELY THE POINT.
Owen Black has a lot of nerve.
After smashing my heart, he knocks on my door with an outrageous proposal:
Marry him and have his baby.
That's right.
The grumpy exec, former Marine, and most private man in Boston wants me, an investigative reporter and his sworn nemesis, to play the dutiful wife so he can steal the empire his father never wanted to give him.
His reasoning?
Enemies can’t fall in love, which is the last thing either of us needs.
It’s the ultimate marriage of convenience.
So, we’ll share one bed and kiss in front of strangers.
He’ll get the family image he craves, and I’ll get the scoop for a story that will make my career.
I can ignore the way he watches me like I am the only thing he has ever actually wanted.
I can forget the boy who once told me he would do anything to have me for his own.
I can even ignore the way my birth control pills have gone missing...and the baby clause in our marriage contract.
He broke my heart once.
I’ve been waiting years to break his.
The question is whether I still want to—or whether our secrets might break us both.
NOW AVAILABLE
I DON'T DRINK. I DON'T DATE
AN I DEFINITELY DON'T WAKE UP MARRIED.
Ronan Black—A.K.A the stranger in my bed—is everything I don't need.
He's a morally bankrupt charm offensive with trouble written all over his chiseled face.
I'm the good daughter, the responsible best friend, the person who never makes bad decisions.
Now, one night in Vegas just turned into a lifetime of consequences when I wake up in Ronan's bed...with his ring on my finger.
Because he wants it to stay there.
Maybe even for good.
It's a bad idea. The worst.
His plan is simple: stay married long enough for him to take control of his company and for me to keep mine afloat.
It's not fake...but it's not exactly legitimate either.
So why am I starting to think this ridiculous marriage could actually work?
Ronan might be morally gray, but he's also becoming the only man I trust.
But do these strange feelings go both ways?
When his corrupt world forces him to pick, will Ronan choose his billions?
Or will he choose us?
