I've never had a problem convincing a man to take me home for a night of fun. Until I meet Alexander Krum.
He leaves me wanting more at the end of every encounter. Despite our insane attraction to one another, we couldn't be more opposite.
He wants to take me on a date. I want to head straight to his bedroom. He believes in romance. I know men in romance books don't really exist. He always wants to help. I can take care of myself.
But then he comes to me with a proposition: A marriage arrangement to save his family's villa. His substantial offer has me overlooking our differences and saying "I do."
There is only one problem . . . he's been hiding a secret from the media for the last four years. Pretending to be a wife is one thing, but this? I'm the last person he should want in this role.
Yet I can't bring myself to walk away. The incentive is too great, and when it's over, I will have my dream.
And it will be over. I'm not destined for happily ever afters-no matter how real this charade is starting to feel.
