Sinclair Amadeus Sterling, aka Mr. Superior Jackass with a God complex. Who also happens to be my blackmailer . . . gulp.
Tall, dark, gazzilionaire growly pants.
The first time I met him, I kneed him in his very well endowed balls—don’t ask! He had that tightly leashed, controlling air and a smoldering glare that made me damp in seconds. The only thing that sucks worse than his attitude is his (lack of) sense of humor! Honest. Sadly, he’s also the one who could save my business from going bust. So when he offers me the chance to work with him, I can hardly refuse, right? Only catch? I need to be his pretend wife for, hold your breath, thirty days.
I should have turned and run right then, but . . . he has the connections to help my sister’s failing health, not to mention the money to wipe away my debt. And yeah that . . . sneaky video recording of him getting me off. Besides, it’s only thirty days, right? It’s not like I’m in danger of falling in love with London’s most notorious bachelor.
Then he tells me the real reason for the charade.
And everything changes . . .