My family are fighting over who’s the next Duke of Fairfax. The rules say it’s me—if I’m married. It’s not a trade-off worth making.
I could never limit myself to just one woman. Or so I thought until my world is turned upside down. Now, the only way I can save the empire I built is to inherit the title I’ve never wanted—so I need a wife.

To take my mind off business I need a night that’s all pleasure. I need to bury myself in a stranger. The skim of Scarlett King’s hair over my body as she bends over . . . The scrape of her nails across my chest as she screams my name . . . The bite of her teeth on my shoulder just as we both reach the edge . . . It all helps me forget.

I just didn’t bargain on finding my one-night stand across the boardroom table the next day.

Scarlett’s making a business proposal. I’ve got more interest in a (fake) marriage proposal.