A marriage of convenience is one thing… but falling for your fake wife is all kinds of complicated.

Being married for a year is the only way to claim my inheritance. I couldn’t care less about the money. It’s not like I even knew my grandparents.

I wasn’t even considering it until Monroe volunteered. Sweet, sweet, Monroe. I’ve never let myself consider her as an option for me.

She’s been tucked safely away in a box labeled forbidden. That is until she takes my last name.

It’s not like I planned to marry one of my friends… or fall for him.

One minute I offer to be his fake wife, and the next, we’re going through the motions— saying, “I do,” and playing house.

Legend is the kind of guy fantasies are made of—tall, dark, and tattooed. Now I’m sharing his bed and his last name for the next year.

Everything looks good on paper, and while this may have started out as playing pretend, the way I feel for him is the realest thing I’ve ever known.

As the weeks pass by, it doesn’t take long before either of us begins to question if we’re just friends or if this is this love after all.