BLURB:

The only thing standing between me and inheriting my family’s historic hotel is marrying my best friend’s brother. Yeah, the guy who humiliated me in front of everyone.

My family’s historic hotel means everything to me, so I’m desperate to inherit it. So desperate that I’ll marry my best friend’s brother, Ash, just so my cousin won’t inherit it instead and sell it to the highest bidder.

He has his own reasons for this sham of a marriage, and none of them are romantic.  Too bad we have to convince everyone it’s real love for me to actually get my inheritance.

I don’t think Ash has a single romantic bone in his body. At least at first.

But then he steadies me when I’m anxious, we bond over trashy movies, and I catch him baby-talking my cat.

And physically? He doesn’t have the right to be that good with his hands. He isn’t the jerk who humiliated me. He’s a caring guy under all his tattoos.

The more we fake it, the more I see how his chaos syncs well with mine. And he doesn’t think I’m “too much”. If anything, he only wants more of me.

I don’t want to fall in love with my husband, but I just might.