Pretend engaged. Total opposites. So wrong it hurts.
Now let’s pretend he isn’t driving me insane…
I’m on my last nerve.
And I’m supposed to marry him to save my skin.
Riker Woods might be God’s hottest contradiction.
Perfectly damaged. Stubborn soul. Moth to flame gaze.
Single dad. Fierce protector. Kind…when he thinks no one’s looking.
Then along came little old me.
The pesky fiancée he never wanted.
A hot mess in his neat, broody, oh-so-serious world.
Thanks, witness protection geniuses.
If only the men who want me dead were my biggest problem.
Nope, it’s falling for Jekyll and Hyde.
We’re too close. Too tense. Too inevitable.
We’re finding new reasons to fake kiss before you can say uh-oh.
He’s whispering reckless things that sound so right.
I’m helplessly addicted to playing house.
We’re crossing lines like electric fences when it hits me.
Maybe pretending to be Riker’s girl isn’t the worst.
It’s what happens next.
What if I dare to say that magic, fatal word – yours?
What if I want us to be real?