The Love Clause

The Love Clause

He’s the ice-cold lawyer who needs a fake fiancée. I’m the broke girl who needs fifty grand. What could possibly go wrong?

Everything. Everything could go wrong.
Elliot Carrington is six-foot-three of pure, uptight corporate perfection. His suits cost more than my rent, and his schedule is color-coded to the minute.
Until one tiny lie blows up in his perfect face.
Now Mr. Control Freak needs a fake fiancée for a couples’ retreat to save his career, and he’s offering me fifty thousand dollars to play the part.
Did I mention I’m broke? Like, eating-ramen-for-every-meal broke.
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