It was supposed to be a relaxing bachelorette getaway for my best friend. Trees, wine, chilling. Then I got shoved into a white-water raft with a wild hunk of a man who could easily rip a log in two with his bare hands. Yum. If being teased by my friends for drooling like an animal wasn’t bad enough, I had to go and fall in the river. Waking up to a kiss from my muscular Prince Charming, though… kind of a bonus. It turns out my hero needs a favor, and since he saved my life, I guess I owe him. But I never expected him to ask me to pretend to be his fiancée. How can I say no when it means he could lose this entire mountain-oasis, his brand new campground business, all because his crappy family won’t give him the cash they promised if he doesn’t give them the wife HE promised? I guess that makes me his fiancée (for now.) P.S. Is it bad that after one kiss, I want it to be… forever?