My instructions were simple: scour the city for the worst fake fiancé money can buy. Have her on my jet Monday morning, dressed appropriately for a yacht vacation. I need a woman believable enough to convince a certain client that I've changed my playboy ways?yet totally opposite from the supermodels and socialites I usually have on my arm. Somebody too annoying to tempt me-no emotional entanglements, thank you very much. This is business only. If she's unfazed by my looks and wealth, all the better. Should be easy. Right?Apparently not, because my people go and hire Tabitha. My hairdresser. What were they thinking? Yes, I said annoying, but I didn't mean Tabitha, the most frustrating woman in the world. Tabitha is bubbly. She has a pet hamster. She loves Hello Kitty, and she gets under my skin like nobody else. As if that's not bad enough, the minute we step on deck, she thinks that certain people on the yacht are up to something shady-based completely on her soap opera knowledge. She won't listen when I tell her she's being ridiculous. But as the days go by, I find that we're actually having fun. And our fake kisses are heating up. And suddenly her wild theories aren't sounding so strange after all?

I'm no Prince Charming, and the last thing I want is a Cinderella. My instructions were simple: scour the city for a fake fiancée who's not my type at all. Have her on my jet Monday morning, dressed appropriately for a yacht vacation. I need a woman believable enough to convince a certain client that I've changed my playboy ways...yet nothing like the supermodels and socialites I usually have on my arm. Somebody too annoying to tempt me--no emotional entanglements, thank you very much. This is business only. If she's unfazed by my looks and wealth, all the better. Should be easy. Right?Apparently not, because my people go and hire Tabitha. My hairdresser. What were they thinking? Yes, I said annoying, but I didn't mean Tabitha, the most frustrating woman in the world. Tabitha is sunshiny. She has a pet hamster. She loves Hello Kitty, and she gets under my skin like nobody else. As if that's not bad enough, the minute we step on deck, she thinks that certain people on the yacht are up to something shady--based completely on her soap opera knowledge. She won't listen when I tell her she's being ridiculous. But as the days go by, I find that we're actually having fun. And our fake kisses are heating up. And suddenly her wild theories aren't sounding so strange after all...

I should've never agreed to being his pretend fiancée... Jace Walker aka JK aka Mr. Smirky Pants. Mr Obnoxious who asked me to be his fiancée, so he could save his inheritance. If I agreed, he'd deposit a million dollars in my bank account, no questions asked. I should have turned him down and walked away... should've! Sadly, I needed the money to save my floundering start-up, and to put my sister through college. Besides, the rules were pretty simple: Feelings were not on the table, not unless I initiated it. As if? I hated him, I loathed him. No way was I going to fall for the most notorious playboy of the Valley, right? I definitely didn't need to think twice about this, I signed. Guess what happened next? Yeah... no! We barely lasted the flight on his private jet across the pond, failed to convince his family... oh! Did I mention I got drunk and swam naked in front of them, gulp! Only that seemed to catch his attention. He wooed me, courted me, floored me with his trademark panty-melting smirk. He convinced me that he was the one... He must be, right? Then a phone call from my past changed everything... Note: This is an enemies to lovers, pretend fiancée billionaire romance with a very satisfying HEA. 1-Click NOW

I never should have agreed to becoming his fake wife... Sinclair Amadeus Sterling aka Mr. Superior Jackass with a God complex.Who also happens to be my blackmailer... gulp.Tall, dark, gazzilionaire growly pants.The first time I met him, I kneed him in his very well endowed balls, don't ask!He had that tightly leashed, controlling air and a smoldering glare that made me damp in seconds.The only thing that sucks worse than his attitude is his (lack of) sense of humor! Honest.Sadly, he's also the one who could save my business from going bust. Hell!So when he offers me the chance to work with him, I can hardly refuse, right?Only catch? I need to be his pretend wife for hold-your-breath, thirty days.I should have turned and run right then, but...He has the connections to help my sister's failing health, not to mention the money to wipe away my debt.And yeah that... sneaky video recording of him getting me off. OMG!Besides, it's only thirty days, right?It's not like I'm in danger of falling in love with London's most notorious bachelor.Then he tells me the real reason for the charade.And everything changes... Note: This is a standalone Enemies to Lovers, Fake Marriage, Billionaire Romance featuring a hot possessive billionaire and the curvy spitfire who dares to go toe to toe with him! 1-Click NOW

He’s all about rules. She’s all about breaking them. No relationships, that’s billionaire Garth Solen’s rule—especially not with a woman like his new employee Melissa Bencher, who thinks with her heart and not her head. But all bets are off when one impulsive act has people thinking they’re a couple. To protect his ailing grandmother’s feelings, Garth is willing to play the part of Melissa’s adoring fiancé for a while. He’ll try on rings and pose for the paparazzi as long as the boundaries of the game are clearly defined. One month as an engaged couple, and then they part ways. No emotions. No entanglements. But Melissa’s never been good at following the rules when it comes to matters of the heart. And Garth soon finds himself breaking some of his own rules

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I pretended to be the girlfriend of one of the richest men in New York City.It was only meant to be the one time. I mean, it was the week before Christmas, I was shopping with my best friend and we were hungry and wanted to dine at the new swanky restaurant on the Upper West Side.For some reason the hostess misheard me when I mentioned Max Parker's name. I'd been complaining that he was the reason why I'd lost my job. Who was I to correct her when it meant that "my relationship" had caused a table to suddenly open up? And then the next week I accidentally let it slip that Max Parker was my boyfriend to get into an exclusive club. And then there was the time when I saw that Chanel handbag and Prada shoes. I mean, it didn't really hurt anyone, did it? It was just a little white lie.How was I to know that my fake boyfriend would find out that I'd been using his name? Now he's blackmailing me into playing his fake fiancé (Fiancée) in an arrangement that could only be classified as risqué. Turns out if I want to keep my apartment and not move home with my parents, I'm going to have to play along with his game. Only he's going to have to go along with my rules as well and while he smirks at that idea he doesn't know that I've got a plan of my own.