The Pact

<p><strong>I need a ride I said to a sexy stranger on a Harley.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Three hours later? A six-foot-tall Marilyn Monroe was officiating our Vegas wedding at the Happy Chapel.</strong></p><p><br></p><p>But it's not love-it's business-a marriage pact made out of desperation so my career doesn't go up in flames.</p><p><br></p><p>Sure Flynn Winslow is a hot broody mysterious man that women all over the globe would sell their souls to land for real but I have my eyes on the prize and our marriage arrangement will end in three months with no strings attached.</p><p><br></p><p><em>Right?</em></p><p><br></p><p>Or will it all go out the window when I have to move in with Mr. Mysterious and our fake marriage starts to feel remarkably <em>real</em>?</p><p><br></p><p>I wish it were as easy as telling myself <em>Do </em><strong><em>not </em></strong><em>fall in love with your fake husband Daisy </em>but apparently when feelings get involved not everything that happens in Vegas knows how to stay in Vegas.</p>