I need a wife if I want to help save my family’s billion-dollar pub empire. There’s just one problem: I never plan on marrying. So, I need someone who understands that this is just another business deal. I don’t do commitments. And my brother’s executive assistant, Fallon Smith, fits that bill.
Fallon needs help with her grandmother’s expenses, and her pretending to be my fake wife is a way we can make that happen. She’s not my biggest fan, but we can help each other and then go our separate ways. That she’s beautiful and that I enjoy spending time with her doesn’t matter. When all of this is done, she’s heading home to America, and I’ve got a company to run.
Kat Roberts has a plan. Love doesn't fit into it.
Move to England.
Study at Cambridge.
Become a history professor.
See? No room for dating or love. Life is going exactly according to plan....until she met him one snowy night in an English pub. Tristan Kingsley, the future Earl of Pembroke. He's as gorgeous as a god, funny, sweet, and oh-my-god that accent... With a chiseled jaw, bewitching eyes, and a voice as smooth as a glass of brandy...he's every woman's dream. He tempts Kat to leave her carefully laid plans behind as she falls head over tea kettle for this British playboy.
Tristan Kingsley went into the bar that night to avoid the duties of his future as a titled lord. When a gorgeous American girl kisses him on a dare from her friends, that kiss turns his world upside down. Oh, he's used to having exactly what he wants: women, money, notoriety. But now he wants Kat. In his arms, in his bed—and the more time he spends with her, the more he wants her in his life. Tired of shallow, social climbing English debutantes, Tristan can't get enough of his brilliant, sweet Yank.
But not everyone is happy with the situation. His father, the Earl of Pembroke, has other plans for Tristan, and getting rid of Kat is number one on the list.
If you thought this was a fairytale of a girl finding her Prince—er, Earl, and living happily-ever-after...then prepare yourself for one heck of an American Revolution.
He’s the sexy alpha male in the corner office who goes through assistants faster than free donuts in the breakroom.
I’m the assistant who was chosen to cover for his last fire.
The owner of the company is clear—hook the biggest client in our firm’s history and there’s a partnership for him and a promotion for me. Stipulation—we do it together.
It doesn’t take a tarot card-reading psychic to figure out where our story is headed... late nights, trips out of town, and more than a few awkward moments filled with sexual tension.
No worries though. I pride myself on my willpower. I can totally ignore his sexy grin, his rock-hard body and his dreamy brown eyes. I will not become the woman other women hate.
But it turns out that Enzo Mancini has a lot of layers and if I don’t stop peeling, I’m going to lose everything, including my dignity.