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My father's business partner will do anything for the empire they built together...Even marry me. Declan Hardy, All-American heartthrob and retired NFL billionaire, is my complete opposite. He's commanding where I'm cooperative. Spontaneous while I am deliberate. Loud when I stay quiet. The only thing we have in common is that both our names are on my father's will. He'll inherit the fitness and hospitality empire and I'll keep the one thing I hold dear. As long as I marry him—with conditions. One year of a fake marriage. One year of living together. One year of pretending I belong in his luxury lifestyle. But stipulations are never that simple. Especially when I can't tell if his kisses are fake or if I'm pretending when I kiss him back. And as more conditions arise, it's clear there's a fine line between commitment and betrayal... and neither of us knows where that line falls. Between Commitment and Betrayal is a billionaire, forced proximity, fake marriage of convenience and a father’s business partner novel. It is a complete standalone by Shain Rose.

Dom and Clara's Fake Dating Story Fake dating my enemy so I can design my dream bakery should be easy … as long as I don't fall in love with him. Dominic Hardy might be an award-winning architectural engineer with fancy degrees and considerable accolades, but he doesn’t know a thing about baking. He doesn’t even like sugar. So when my late stepfather’s will states that Dominic Hardy is set to inherit the Pacific Coast Resort he’d painstakingly designed, as long as my bakery can be plopped in the middle of it, it’s no surprise he balks. Yet, my jaw drops when the will further requires us to mutually approve plans for my bakery’s design. His stuffy taste will never mix with my whimsical vibe. But then Dominic comes to me with a proposal I can’t refuse. He’ll give me everything I want in my bakery as long as I agree to one Fake date him for five months. Keep his ex away by pretending we’re in love. Smile and stare into his piercing green eyes at a gala or two. Maybe share a kiss. Nothing extreme. Five months of acting in love when I really loathe him and his filthy mouth. Even when he’s using it on me. This should be a cakewalk. Except there’s a fine line between love and loathing, and I think I’ve made the colossal mistake of blurring it.