I rear-ended a billionaire's Aston Martin while distracted by a work crisis, so when Crew Carter offered me life-changing money to be his fake girlfriend for eight weeks, I took the deal. The rules were clear: look madly in love in public, keep my clothes on, walk away when it's over. But the first time he kissed me in his penthouse kitchen, I knew I was screwed, and by the time I started sneaking into his bed every night, I was already in love with him. He warned me not to catch feelings, made it crystal clear this was business and nothing more. So why is he standing at my door right now, looking like he hasn't slept in days, begging me to love him back? A series of independent novels - each book can be read alone. Happy reading!