Angela Tucker

Marry him…or end up broke. It was an obvious choice for me. Marry me…or lose an entire lifetime’s work. The choice was pretty obvious for him too. Never in a million years did I think that I’d be flying to Vegas. Not to get drunk. Not for a bachelorette party. But to get fake married to the man every woman on the planet wants. He’s hot, he’s smart, he’s everything except for my real husband.

My husband doesn’t know about our son. But that won’t be enough to keep him safe. Because our little baby boy is the heir to two thrones. And there are a lot of bad men out there who want to stop him from reaching them.

Six years ago, I was supposed to get married. But the night before the wedding, my groom-to-be showed me sides of himself I'd never seen before. I might've died in that hotel room... if Mikhail Novikov hadn't burst in to save me. Handsome, strong, capable knight in shining armor—sign me up, right? Wrong. Because Mikhail wasn't just the hero I never knew I needed... he was also way more dangerous than I ever could've known. But for one night, I let myself do something I never should've done. It was worth it—several times over, if you catch my drift.

Maxwell Powers swept into my life after my father was gunned down, but the moment those piercing blue eyes caught mine, I knew he would be doing more than just avenging his old friend.

It all started with a bet. When my young son inherited half of his great grandfather’s historic inn, I decided to move us both to the place where I grew up. Notice I said half of the Inn. The other half now belonged to Levi Miller, the famous quarterback who had other ideas about what we should do with the property. We won’t mention that I accidentally injured him during our first meeting, causing him to get eight stitches. You could say we got off on the wrong foot. We bickered a lot as we both moved into the property while we figured things out.

Thomas Goldstone. A man of billion dollar deals in custom-tailored suits, he demands more than your best. He's scary. Driven. Haunted by inner demons that have taken him to the brink. But beneath the arrogant, controlling façade lies a heart of gold. It makes me want to solve him one growly, messy piece at a time. To be the only one who sees the truth of the man.

I thought I was trying out to be the Zoric's newest model, but Luka was auditioning wives. The last time I saw Luka Zoric, he left me stranded in his bed. This time, I'm the one holding the cards.

I'm used to women chasing me, but she's the first one to knock on my front door. Like the gentleman I pretend to be, I let her in—with plans to seduce her, to get her to yield to me. Then she tells me her life is in danger and asks for my protection in the form of marriage. It'll be nothing more than a front, a guise to mask our intentions. Yet the lust burning in me is real. So is this unusual possessiveness. And my bride-to-be? She's either a good actress... Or she desires me with a fierceness I've never seen.

My bride. The daughter of my enemy. She's nothing more than a part of my revenge. I'm the one who holds her life in my hands. As well as her body. And soon, her very will. Yet, she refuses to break. This woman disarms me, not with weapons but with words. And not with a fist, but with a simple kiss. But a match made in hate can have no other ending except war.

I never wanted a wife. No one is safe with me. No one is good enough for my daughter. But if I want to rule over the wealthiest crime family in New York City, I only have two weeks to find one. When Elsie broke into my home, I saw an opportunity, so I forced her into a marriage she didn't want. No one crosses me, not even someone as beautiful as Elsie. She may fight me with that smart mouth, but she will obey me–or return to the hell she came from. I told her she was mine for a year. Then she'd be free.