Billionaire Situation

Easton Calloway needs a wifey, pronto, and he chooses me to temporarily fill the position. While I want to tell him to eff off, I can't walk away from the temptation. So, I do what any broke actress living in New York City would do, and I agree to the terms and conditions. It should be easy: a year of marriage, a cushy penthouse in the city, and a spending allowance. After three hundred sixty-five days, I'll receive divorce papers and a check in the mail. All I have to do is pretend we're happily married without falling in love.

Weston Calloway is the last man I imagined meeting after one of my boring breakups. But there he was, in a dive bar, drinking cheap whiskey, looking like my next favorite mistake. Instead of hooking up, we become secret friends. When his jealous ex stirs up unnecessary drama, Weston asks me to go public with our friendship, but things quickly escalate and we lose control of the situation. Now, we're roommates, and I'm wearing a diamond ring that he slipped on my finger.

Asher Banks, with his honey-brown colored eyes and cocky attitude, has been at the top of my shit list since college. Nothing has changed in thirteen years. They call him the Boogeyman of Business because his marketing firm has single-handedly bankrupted several corporations with little to no effort. And because of my jealous ex, I’m now in Banks’ crosshairs.

There are a few problems with that: Harper Alexander isn't a damsel or distressed. Oh, and I can't forget to mention that she doesn't want to be rescued. Too bad she doesn't have a choice. Right now, I don't give a flying you-know-what that she escaped the city with her brand-new fiancé and plans to marry him next week... I will find her. I may have to throw her over my shoulder, kicking and screaming, but she's coming with me. She has no idea how much danger she's in.

It was supposed to be a temporary autumn hookup. Now it's a situation. When my ex strolls back into town looking good enough to ruin my life twice and claiming he wants me back, I panic and blurt out that I'm seeing someone. The only man available is Nick Banks, the ex-hockey star with a smirk that should be illegal and commitment issues as legendary as his abs. Surprisingly, he agrees to play along if I help him figure out why his relationships keep going up in flames.

Hating Patterson Cross is easy. Keeping my hands off him? Not so much. He’s my ex-fiancé’s identical twin brother, my father’s star hockey player, and the man I’ve despised for years. That’s three very logical reasons I shouldn’t ask Pattycakes to be my hookup for the season. But I recklessly do it anyway.

He's a billionaire hiding at my bed-and-breakfast, pretending to be ordinary. I'm the woman who fell for every pretty word… Carter Banks shows up at my struggling beachside B&B looking for a place to disappear for the summer. I accept his reservation because we need the money. As it stands, I have three months to save my family's legacy and no time for distractions. But the chemistry is off the charts, and we can't get enough of one another. Between late-night meetups and early morning coffee runs, I'm falling for a man who feels like home.