"It's not what you think," Nicolas tries to reassure me. "I believe it's even worse!" Back then, he simply abandoned me. Yesterday at the class reunion, he wrapped me around his finger, and since today, he's my new boss... I'm Kaylee Davis. After graduating high school, I fled to London with a broken heart. My great love Nicolas Wright, the hottest football player in our class, had cheated on me with my arch-enemy Alison. Now I've landed my dream job at a law firm in New York and I'm returning to my hometown.

Romance novelist Monica is in crisis. Her latest book was a flop, her relationship has failed, and an obsessive fan is threatening her. Monica needs a change of scenery and a steady income to eliminate her financial worries. Since she previously worked as a personal assistant, it seems like the obvious choice. She gets the job and celebrates with her friend Addison at a bar. And promptly ends up in bed with an attractive stranger... On her first day at work comes the shock:.

A jackpot, a hot night, and a year later I'm a mother... Then we meet again , except he doesn't know anything about the baby…. And also he's my new boss... Will it work out? Even though her bank account is practically empty, Emma is persuaded by her friend to go on a spontaneous weekend of gambling in Vegas. But then the unthinkable happens. Alongside an unbelievably gorgeous stranger, she wins the jackpot on the slot machine! A wild night of partying ensues, and one thing leads to another... Twelve months later, Emma is moving to L.A. for her new job.

When a mysterious man rescues her from near death, a young woman finds herself in the throes of a dark and dangerous storybook romance, where pleasure reigns but happy endings are no guarantee.

Easton Calloway needs a wifey, pronto, and he chooses me to temporarily fill the position. While I want to tell him to eff off, I can't walk away from the temptation. So, I do what any broke actress living in New York City would do, and I agree to the terms and conditions. It should be easy: a year of marriage, a cushy penthouse in the city, and a spending allowance. After three hundred sixty-five days, I'll receive divorce papers and a check in the mail. All I have to do is pretend we're happily married without falling in love.