Giving up your V-card to your fake fiancé might not be the best way to keep things professional. One moment, I’m an up-and-coming influencer taking a solo hike. The next, I'm face-to-face with a bear, my life flashing before my eyes. Just then, a grouchy hero appears, sending the beast packing and my heart pumping. Back in the city, I realize that my accidental protector is now my very new, very bad tempered boss. Meet Jack Whitmore. Ex-SEAL. Billionaire. The man who outgrumped the bear. And he’s got a proposal too good to refuse. Pretend to be mine in exchange for a million dollars. How hard could it be to wear a ring visible from outer space? As it turns out, very. Running hot and cold, Jack’a’licious pushes me away one day, then claims my V-card the next. He thinks he’s too damaged for love. And I think I’m smitten. But that’s not my biggest problem. Because now it also looks like I’m pregnant.