Mackenzie has the sleazy job of keeping tabs on shady billionaires, and she’s done more than her share of messing up her most recent assignment by accidentally marrying the enemy. But her boss sees it as an opportunity to spy on Scott, and she has no choice but to play along, especially when Scott offers her benefits to stay married to him. She has the best of both worlds – satisfy her job responsibilities while getting perks from her fake marriage to her billionaire husband. But the past soon catches up with her, and she scurries home, hoping to disappear and be left alone, but she didn’t count on Scott’s devotion to reuniting with his fake wife.
Marrying a stranger was never part of his plan, but since the sexy girl who accidentally married him was what he needed to refine his playboy image and solidify the greatest merger of his career, he’d play along. No way was he going to mess up this golden opportunity of looking good to his business partners by granting her a divorce. She was his insurance for the life he was used to, and nothing was going to come between him and his ambitions. Mackenzie had a sordid past, which he could fix, so he offers her a deal she can’t refuse: pretend to be his wife until his merger goes through and she could have all she wanted. Simple enough, except he never expected the steamy behind-the-door perks that came with his fake marriage. Now he wanted her for other reasons…
This is a full-length novel with no cliffhangers and a Happily Ever After ending!
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- Original Title:LOVE AND HATE (A Billionaire Romance)
- Author:Mia Carson
- Rating:7.46 / 10
- Publisher:Published July 8th 2016
I first noticed the gold ring on the third finger of my left hand while leaning my head against the cool marble of the bathroom wall. I couldn’t remember the last time I'd had a hangover like this one… college? My head pounded and the bathroom lights seemed too bright. My stomach felt okay, but only because I'd thrown up gallons of casino drinks.
But the wedding ring.
I was certain when I'd left my room at the Flamingo yesterday, that finger had been naked. I was hyper aware of the finger's adornment because, until recently, it had showcased an engagement ring with a modest diamond. I know what you're thinking… engagement ring, wedding ring… logical progression, right?
I had thrown the modest diamond at Lucas Corta's lying, cheating face, hitting him in the forehead, and making a quiet clinking sound as it came to rest on the sunny,...