I can fake anything for fifty grand.
Including being the pretend fiancée to Mr. Sex-on-a-stick himself, Cameron Styles.
Chicago’s most successful, ruthless lawyer and douchebag extraordinaire.

Turns out when you’re staring down the barrel of bankruptcy and possible eviction…you’ll do pretty much anything for some quick cash.

I gave myself two rules.
#1. Don’t fall into his bed.
#2. Don’t fall in love.

There’s one small problem…I’m REALLY bad at following my own rules.

Just when I think there’s a glimmer of hope he feels the same way, I’m reminded of my place in his life.

Does true love stand a chance when I was hired to fake it?