Out of all the ways I thought I'd find a husband, I didn't expect it to be like this . . .

I was left a swanky NYC apartment, courtesy of a will I didn't know I was in—but it comes with a caveat. I have to marry an incredibly rude—and fine—stranger.

My first reaction is a clear, "I don't."

My finances don't let me get that far. And Josh needs this fake marriage to get custody of his late friend's son. Is it enough to make me put up with the most abrasive but handsome white boy I've ever met?

I already know my answer.

Contains mature themes.