I want my childhood home. He wants a fake wife for a month. I lived on a shoe string budget just so I could buy back the house my mother raised me in. That place meant everything to me. A week before I could put down the cash, I found out it's been sold. I should have walked away. Instead I showed up on the doorstep—MY rightful doorstep—planning to do anything to get the house. I wasn't ready to stand toe to toe with Caleb Staunton. Darkly handsome, gorgeous from his hair to his boots, with the ability to make your skin tingle if he stares right at you. Everyone knows his family is rich beyond belief with a reputation for tearing down historical properties. He's my enemy. No question. That's why I'm shocked when he offers me a deal. He'll give me the house... If I pretend to be his wife. One month. That's all he's asking for. And I think I can handle it, keep things business. No flirting. No kissing. I can't give in, because someday I DO want marriage... a real one. This isn't real. I remind myself of that every minute Caleb consumes me with his intoxicating presence. I could never love him or his terrible family. We're total opposites. So why does it feel like we want the same happy ending?

Could you marry a stranger? A girl I've never met holds the key to the ranch I've sweat and struggled for, and if I don't convince her to wear my ring, that's it. No consolation prize. I should have been furious. It's hard to be angry at someone when they've got legs that reach to Heaven and curves you could use as a Slip n Slide. Thanks to my lawyer, she agreed to take a chunk of cash and that would be the last we'd ever see of each other. Married on paper, nothing more. Then out of the blue she showed up at my ranch. Then I saw how she looked riding one of my horses. Then... I realized marrying a stranger might not be so bad. Rachel isn't ready to give herself to me, body and soul, just yet. But I'm obsessed with her. So I'll find a way to keep my bride happy.

I never believed in love at first sight. I swore off relationships forever. Then she showed up in my small, snowy town, and shattered everything. Laney is many things: beautiful, smart, a talented artist. She's also broken like I am. Hard, salt of the earth men like me don't shy away from what we want. And when she gives me a flirty look over her smooth shoulder, I know I have to make her mine. I'll do everything I can to keep Laney in my arms. But can I heal her wounded heart when I haven't healed my own?