A plan for revenge that quickly turns into a battle against giving in to pleasure!
I never thought a meeting for my upcoming fashion enterprise would lead to me sitting at an auction, watching women of high society strutting back and forth, their company up for bid at exorbitant amounts. Frankly, it just doesn’t interest me. That is, until I see her. Londyn Harding, the little rich girl who stabbed me in the back all those years ago. I will win her, but I can’t forget the rules: no touching unless she allows it.
Now we have a full two weeks together at my chalet in Cannes, and I’m looking for more than just payback. I want answers. Like why someone whose betrayal made her daddy millions would need to sell herself. How she can look so hurt when she’s the one who tore my heart out. And if there’s any way I can get her out of my system without getting too close to her. I’ve been hurt before and I refuse to let it happen again.
This can’t be happening. How did I end up fake married to Roman Bianchi? Whatever crush I might have had on my brother’s best friend disappeared that summer night when he kissed me—a devouring kiss so complete it set my blood afire. And then he walked away laughing.
But my dream to travel to stunning Malta to teach English hinges on my pretending I’m married. So now for the next month, we are the Sexy Italian Millionaire and his Loving (Not So Much) Wife.
I hate Roman Bianchi. I hate the gorgeous villa we’re sharing, I hate the surge of electricity that pulls at us both whenever we’re close and I hate the fact that when he kisses me, everything that is cold inside me blazes to life, wanting more, wanting him and hating him all the while.
Except that with every day that passes, every night of dirty, delicious sex, I’m falling deeper for my own lie. And giving my heart to Roman Bianchi might be the fastest way to destroy it…