First rule of a fake marriage? Don't get knocked up.

When my chiseled-by-God boss calls me to his office, I think I'm about to get fired. But instead, CEO Bryce Hollis proposes. Marry him for six months, fix his playboy reputation so he won't lose his company, and collect a giant bag of cash.

I'm game. How hard could it be? Answer: very. Because from the moment he kisses me at our fake wedding, I know my V-card won't last long. Neither will the wall I built around my heart.

When two pink lines show up on the pregnancy test stick, I'm toast. Because I want more than just pretend from Bryce. I want him to love me—and our baby—for real.

Rule number two? Never, ever, fall for your fake husband.

Contains mature themes.