I'm screwed. And banging Mia Doyle is my best defense. Deported? After all these years? Damn it. This sh-t doesn’t happen to the rich and powerful. I’m not going back. But, they say the only way I can stay is if I marry someone from the States. Mia's supposed to be off limits. Company policy. But she’s one of the few women who can tolerate me. F-ck policies. I'm the boss, and I do who—and where—I want. No questions asked. It’s a win-win. She’s got something I need—I’ve got something she wants. Two can play this game. And I’ve got the upper hand—or at least I think I do. Now, all I have to do is get her to say yes and get the feds to believe our fake love is real... then I'll have to convince my heart it's not. If you love filthy-rich bastards, fake fiance's, no cliffhangers, no cheating, and panty-melting happily ever afters, one-click this standalone fake marriage romance now! Bonus Plush included for your reading pleasure! (another Filthy Rich Bastard!)