If Peter stands at the Pearly Gates, then billionaire Atlas Knight stands at the gates of Hell…and I just married him.

Hard to say no to five million dollars, even if it means selling your soul to the devil.

His proposition was simple: one year of marriage, after which, we both walk away.
He would gain control of the majority shares of his father’s empire, a stipulation outlined in his will, and I would gain financial freedom.

The deal of a lifetime offered to me by the mysterious, yet sexy stranger that’s been coming into my coffee shop the last several months.

After all, how hard can it be to live a life of pure luxury for a year on the arm of a man that looks like a walking fantasy?

Not to mention that payday would help me get out from under the clutches of the low level gangster who owns the jazz club I sing at on the weekends.

There’s only one rule—no physical relationship.

A rule I’m convinced he’s dying to break no matter how many times he reminds me through gritted teeth and veiled threats of punishment.
And maybe, that’s a good thing, because I’m not sure I would survive him losing control with me.

The more I get to know my husband, the harder I fall and soon I’m head over heels for a man that has one true desire in this world—power, and he will stop at nothing to get it.

I thought a broken heart was the worst that could happen when all this was over, but I had no idea the truth that lurked around the corner, waiting to destroy us.

A lion keeping a sheep for a pet is dangerous…especially when she has no idea.