This is part 2. The charade between Rebecca and Marcus comes crashing down all around them. When the plot thickens, Rebecca thinks she's getting in over her head. But when she looks into Marcus's eyes, she just can't resist.

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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...

What were the characteristics of a good girlfriend? Everything that wasn’t her. Tammy wasn’t good with mush, couldn’t stand watching romantic movies without wanting to hurl. She didn’t have songs with her significant others. Hell, she didn’t have significant others. So when Fletcher needed a fake girlfriend to take to a wedding—one who wouldn’t get attached like all the other women who fell in love with him at the drop of a hat—she was the obvious choice. She went, and everything was great. Until Fletcher fell for her. Until…she fell for him right back.

Aaron Patterson. Cold. Controlling. Domineering jerk. CEO of our rival company. ...And my new fake boyfriend. The first time we met, he gave me nothing but a fake name. And a promise of what he would do to me when he got me alone. It could have been great. But an urgent call forced me to leave. Dressed, alone, without hope of getting naked with the hot stranger. The next time I see him is on my turf. He's sizing me up and threatening to buy out my family business. I'm so mad-but I'll be damned if I let him intimidate me. I'm a New York girl. Top of her game. Extremely competitive. ... And heir to a failing advertising company. So, when he asks me to be his date at public functions, I accept. Anything to get the goods on him. The rules are clear. No sex. No strings attached. And no trying to buy out the family business. I know I'm playing a dangerous game. So does he. The battle. The closeness. The longing for more. I'm in big trouble. Falling for him wasn't part of the arrangement. As much as my mind protests, my body decides it doesn't give a damn. I'm screwed ... And, evidently, not in a fun way.