The Love Clause. Fauxmance Files, #3

He's the ice-cold lawyer who needs a fake fiancée. I'm the broke girl who needs fifty grand. What could possibly go wrong?Everything. Everything could go wrong. Elliot Carrington is six-foot-three of pure, uptight corporate perfection. His suits cost more than my rent, and his schedule is color-coded to the minute. Until one tiny lie blows up in his perfect face. Now Mr. Control Freak needs a fake fiancée for a couples' retreat to save his career, and he's offering me fifty thousand dollars to play the part.
Did I mention I'm broke? Like, eating-ramen-for-every-meal broke. So I say yes. It's just one weekend of pretending to be madly in love with a man who looks at me like I'm a wrinkle in his pristine world. I didn't expect his hands to be so warm. I didn't expect his eyes to soften when I laugh. And I definitely didn't expect to find myself pressed against the wall of our cabin, his mouth hungry on mine, wondering if this is still just pretend.
One fake relationship rule after another shatters between us. His carefully constructed walls come crashing down, and suddenly I'm seeing the man behind the power suit. But when the weekend ends and reality crashes in, we're left with the wreckage of lies we've built and feelings neither of us planned for. Now I'm wondering if fifty grand was worth the price of my heart. Because faking it with Elliot Carrington was easy.
It's the real part that scares me to death. A sizzling, opposites-attract romance featuring a uptight alpha hero who's about to be undone, the sassy woman who breaks through his walls, and a fake relationship that gets all too real. No cliffhangers. Just scorching chemistry and a happily ever after that will leave you begging for more.