Playboy in Paris

 

Rule #1: Don't kiss your notorious, impossibly gorgeous billionaire boss.

Rule #2: Don't agree to fake marry him.

Rule #3: Do. Not. Fall. In. Love.

I've already broken the first two.

 

Jane

One year ago, I indulged in a fiery forbidden kiss with Riccardo del Conti, Europe’s most notorious playboy. Now I’m in Paris interviewing for a promotion, but Riccardo has a different role in mind: his fake wife.

His offer is simple: eighteen months of marriage, an eye-watering sum of money, and a clean break afterwards. He gets his inheritance, I get my financial independence. I agree with one condition.

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Rule #4: No physical intimacy.

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If I act on the invitation in Riccardo’s hot gaze, I can’t trust myself not to fall in love. But as I’m whisked away into a life of extravagant luxury, he makes me feel seen for the first time in my life, and my willpower crumbles.

I can get close to the fire without getting burned, right? And who better to teach me about no-strings bedroom fun than my new fake fiancé?

But every touch, every kiss, edges me closer to getting my heart broken.

Riccardo

Jane should be the perfect fake wife: practical, independent, and not interested in love. But I’m the problem. I thought I’d be able to spend my nights with her while keeping my emotional distance. There are things about me she must never know.

The complication? I’m craving her more and more. You see, there’s nothing plain about my Jane.

But if I let my guard down and she learns my dark secrets, she’ll run for the hills—and losing her will destroy me.