Faux Love Billionaires

Cooper Pierce, single dad and chiseled by God. Blue eyes that could melt panties like Superman. My cutesy boutique is on the edge of bankruptcy. And Cooper just flew in with his red cape and meticulously carved six pack to save the day. There's one teeny tiny little catch. He needs me to play wifey for three months. And move into his daddy-warbucks mansion. So I’ll wear his fat 4.3 carat diamond ring and fall in love with his two adorable little daughters. But his fierce protective streak makes it hard to stay out of his bed.

Trent “Diablo” Dillon—he’s my devilishly hot boss, and he’s gonna make my money problems disappear. The catch? Pretend to be his girlfriend at three weddings this summer. He needs to get his pushy family off his back. I need a windfall. Besides, I’m used to dealing with Trent’s demands at work. But sharing a bed with my fake boyfriend is more than I can take. After one sizzling night, I’m addicted to his rock hard…er, abs. The craziest part? I’m falling for my grumpy boss—the one who plans to never settle down. My feelings for him are real. And so is this baby I’m having in nine months.

First rule of a marriage of convenience? Don’t get knocked up. When I tell off my new boss after he cuts in line, I think he’s about to fire me. Instead, CEO Harry O’Donnell proposes. He wants me to marry him and move in for six months. See, Harry needs a wife to inherit his family business. I need a windfall to pay for my mom’s medical bills. How hard could playing wifey be? Answer? Very.