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He's destined for the White House and engaged to be married next month. Except he just married me instead. While drunk in Vegas. Bradford Black. He's powerful. Rich as sin. And he's now my husband. His fiancée hates me. His political advisors want me gone. The world can't get enough of me and the scandal we've caused. I want to run. I want to hide. I want to pretend none of this is happening. But, oh God. My husband doesn't care about the scandal because all he cares about is me. He's possessive, grumpy, and determined for us to stay married.

Our night together? It could've gone better. For example, he could've chosen to not take a phone call in the middle of the . . . final act. But I'm willing to give him another chance. I'm a giver like that. And Spencer Monroe is, after all, one of southern California's hottest, wealthiest, and most influential men. He's exactly the kind of player I like to bring to his knees—in the bedroom and out of it. I never expected him to propose a fake marriage, though. I really never thought I'd accept.

Being a cocky, playboy, billionaire doctor is every bit as amazing as you'd expect. Or, it was, at least. Until I met her. Dr. Mikayla Smith is everything I'm not-sassy, sunshiny, and idealistic. She's also a much-younger resident at my hospital, which means she's forbidden fruit. I should've left her alone. But I didn't.

I never should've let my guard down. Especially not with him. I'm used to being strong. In control. I have to be to run my corporation. So, I should've been able to hold my own against him. Against his relentless charm and devastating good looks.

It was just going to be a quick vacation. A break from the demands of my job as a pediatric surgeon. I never thought she'd be there. Jessica Stein. My Jessa. The woman I left behind all those years ago is every bit as sexy now as she was then. I want her more than ever. Too bad she doesn't feel the same way. To her, I'm the guy who broke her heart and let her down. She thinks I'm the same player I used to be. She's wrong.

I'm not the kind of girl who has one-night stands. Except...I did. What can I say? After a few drinks with a gorgeous man who made me feel alive for the first time since losing my mom, I was powerless to say no. And I didn't regret it. Not one minute of our hot, mind-melting night together. But he wasn't a forever kind of guy. So I walked away. I wasn't supposed to ever see him again. Then I did. Turns out my sexy one-night stand is Dr. Jacob Mitchell - and he's the cardiothoracic surgeon who just saved my dad's life.