Our marriage is a sham. I'm the first to admit it. Only privately, of course. Notorious playboy Luka Zoric needs a wife, and the good PR it brings. I just need the career boost being his top model will give me. It's a win-win—on paper. But since when has real life been simple? His jealousy makes me crazy. The control he maintains over my body is unacceptable. I really shouldn't be so turned on by it. But there's more to both me and my husband than meets the eye. And it isn't long before I'm wondering—which of us has made the bigger mistake? Book one of three.

If only I'd never signed that contract. Or accepted the one I didn't. My husband doesn't trust me. Not that I can blame him. But he needs me, needs my image. I need his connections. And I have to find a way to convince him to set aside our differences. There's one way that always works. Even when we hate each other, our bodies betray us. The one place we've never disagreed is in bed. Except this is about more than just us. And even Luka Zoric's legendary control breaks sometimes. Book two of three.Book two in the Convenience series.

My life is in ruins. Failed marriage, failed career—I'm a failure. My husband may have had a hand in it, but I can't help missing him. We made an agreement. I signed the contract, and so did he. Without our arrangement, everything falls apart. So we'll keep losing ourselves in each other's bodies. We'll keep pretending everything is fine. But maybe I'm getting sick of pretend. Maybe I want to find something real. And just maybe, Luka does too. Book Three in the Convenience Series.

I thought I was trying out to be the Zoric's newest model, but Luka was auditioning wives. The last time I saw Luka Zoric, he left me stranded in his bed. This time, I'm the one holding the cards. He needs a bride, some good PR to redeem his playboy image. All I need is a contract to set my plan in motion. And a ring. The sham arrangement fits right into my agenda. I wasn’t expecting to feel something for my fake husband. But maybe I'm getting sick of pretending. Maybe I want to find something real. And just maybe, Luka does too. I hope so. Because if he finds out what I've done, this sham falls into shambles. And I'm starting to think my heart will, too.