Never Marry Your Brother's Best Friend

Opposites attract?In theory, maybe.In reality, doubtful.When my brother's best friend asks me to fake marry him to secure a business deal he desperately needs, I laugh in his face. Me help Carter Harrington? That's split-your-pants, rip-roaring hilarious. I don't even like him.Besides, no one would believe I'm Carter's wife. It's ridiculous.He's tall, blond, and attention-grabbing gorgeous. I'm short, curvy, awkward... and usually invisible.He's never met someone he couldn't charm. I can barely talk to friends, much less strangers.He's a workaholic that lives and breathes money and business. I prefer to lose myself in my art.Believability factor of us as a couple? Zero.But when he puts his hand on my thigh, pulls me to his side possessively, and whispers dirty things in my ear that make me go liquid, all the reasons why we shouldn't be together start to fade away.And when we're forced to share a bed to keep up the charade, this fake marriage begins to feel real.Dangerously real.What's a girl to do when the man she can't stand starts to feel like her husband?