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James Hamilton makes my heart stutter. He's six feet three inches of muscle. A decorated Royal Marine. with a jagged scar that hints at a troubled past, and glacial blue eyes that see right through my defenses. I'm the aspiring chef who spends my days drowning in dishwater and hiding my curves under an oversized apron while I strive for my big break.

I walked into his restaurant needing a paycheck. Now I’m his fake wife. And if I’m not careful, I might just fall for the man I hate. James Hamilton is grumpy. Emotionally unavailable. Impossible to reach. He’s also my best friend’s brother. The man who broke my heart without even trying. Now he’s a world-famous chef. Well known for his brilliance. Working for him is my chance at the career of my dreams. But when he calls me out in front of his entire staff, I decide to leave. But James stops me with an offer I never saw coming.

Connor Davenport: Grumpy billionaire CEO, emotionally stunted genius, former undercover operative who's also a cat whisperer, is my brother's best friend and my complete opposite. I’m a caffeine-fueled, ER doctor. He’s all precision, control, and impossible standards. Then he walked into my ER—bleeding, barking orders, and acting like he owned the place. I stitched him up. He asked me to dinner. I refused. That's when he told me he'd been following me for weeks.

One grumpy, emotionally unavailable billionaire CEO. One spirited, overworked assistant with an ex to outshine. One marriage of convenience that's supposed to be all business… until a Christmas blizzard traps us together on his private island. My boss walked in on me getting dumped. So naturally, he asked me to marry him, in front of my ex. I should've been humiliated. Instead, I said yes. Brody Davenport, cold, calculating, frustratingly gorgeous, is about to become my husband.

Seven tattooed possessive billionaires who propose a marriage of convenience one secret that ties them together: This is a box set of eight marriage of convenience romances, featuring grumpy, possessive Mafia billionaires who propose a pretend marriage, only to fall for their sunshine fake brides and must grovel to win their hearts, with a grand gesture that will take your breath away!

Quentin Davenport is my ex-boyfriend’s father ... And my new marriage of convenience husband. When my boyfriend leaves me at the altar, Quentin offers to marry me! No way can I accept it, Especially since Quentin is much older than me. He's a tall, dark and tattooed former Marine, whose grumpy disposition leaves much to be desired. But this way I can salvage my dignity... Also, I can get back at my ex.

He's, my bodyguard. My marriage of convenience husband. And the one man I can't have feelings for. Ryot Davenport: Former Marine. Billionaire security expert. A man built to keep his walls high and his heart untouchable. Our fake marriage? A calculated political move. Our real chemistry? Impossible to ignore. He’s sworn to keep me safe. I’m determined to make him feel again. Every unspoken promise. Every stolen glance. We’re playing a dangerous game where the only rule is: don’t fall. But some rules were never meant to be kept…

Tyler Davenport is six-feet-four-inches of pure gorgeousness in a tailored suit. Former-Marine turned billionaire. Devoted single dad. The man whose penetrating gaze makes my heart race. And now... my boss. I was handling it. Really. Until his little girl called me mommy over breakfast. Until I caught him watching me with heated eyes across the dinner table. Until he demanded I become his wife just for show, just for a year to claim his inheritance. Now we're sharing a roof. A bathroom. A bed His touch lingers too long to be accidental.

Nathan Davenport, CEO of the Davenport empire, is my complete opposite. He hates chocolate. I'm a size sixteen dessert chef. He only wears black. I love glitter and pink. He's grumpy, while I look on the brighter side of life. Too bad his piercing eyes, and high cheekbones, haunt my dreams. When he offers to loan me the money to save my bakery, I have no choice but to agree.

Cade "the King" Kingston, billionaire grumphole and the most sought-after athlete on the continent. He’s also London’s most notorious bachelor with a ten-pack and a profile that would make Adonis weep. Too bad he’s ruthless, has a heart made of ice, and is the most unfeeling brute I have ever met.

Michael Byron Domenico Sovrano. Lord of the underworld. Master of all the criminal masterminds who ever crawled the underbelly of Sicily's notorious mafia company. Who just happens to be hot and snarly, and with a demanding manner, gulp! My father owed him, so he took me as payment. He gets what he wants, and I am his new obsession. To take. To break. As if I'll let him. He's out to destroy me, but I'll go toe-to-toe with him every step of the way. I'll do everything to make him fall for me. Until he springs the ultimate surprise.

He's my brother's best friend... And completely out of bounds... One look from Nathan Davenport makes my heart stutter. Six feet three inches of pure muscle with stormy blue eyes that see right through me. He's everything I've dreamed about since I was sixteen. And snuck glances as he trained with my brother in our backyard. Not that he noticed... He’s the decorated Royal Marine who commands every room he enters. I'm the curvy girl who hides behind textbooks and oversized hoodies. He’s the definition of off-limits–my brother's best friend,...

Knox Davenport. Six feet three inches of glower, and with a presence that fills any room he walks into, is my boss. Too bad I’m secretly in love with him. He’s a former Marine and the new CEO of the Davenport Group. I'm a lowly assistant. He doesn’t even know my name. I can't get him out of my mind. The man’s obnoxious, and disagreeable and has an ego I want to take down several notches. So why can’t I get over this unreasonable attraction? Besides I need this job so I can pay my bills...and put my siblings through college.

Sinclair Amadeus Sterling, a.k.a. Mr. Superior Jackass with a God complex. Who also happens to be my blackmailer...gulp. Tall, dark, gazillionaire growly pants. The first time I met him, I kneed him in his very well endowed balls - don't ask! He had that tightly leashed, controlling air and a smoldering glare that made me damp in seconds. The only thing that sucks worse than his attitude is his (lack of) sense of humor! Honest. Sadly, he's also the one who could save my business from going bust. Hell!

Knight Warren. The country’s most sought-after heartthrob, and retired military vet, is my complete opposite. He's grumpy where I’m sunshine. Surly where I’m...happy-go-lucky. He’s the hardened ex-soldier. I’m still trying to find my calling. The only thing we have in common is that we both love his sister...who’s also my best friend. So when she asks me to help Knight find a wife, I can’t say no. Turns out he'll inherit his father’s empire as long as...he gets married within the next month.

Arpad growlypants Beauchamp a.k.a. Grumpzilla. The first time he met me, he told me that he hated my company. I retaliated by spitting my Chai Tea Latte all over his tailormade slacks. He granted the security agency I run his business, anyway, huh? Clearly, it's because he wants to control me. To make my life miserable. To become a thorn in my side, glowering down at me from his superior height. So when I end up stowing away on his boat, by a quirk of fate, I demand he turn back.

Seven brothers. Seven marriage of convenience stories. Fake vows, unexpected twists, and swoon-worthy HEAs. One meddling grandfather who may have planned it all, with help from his Champagne-drinking Great Dane.

Saint Jordan Killian Black. A gazillionaire with a panty-melting smirk, and a soul as dark as his name. I wanted a child. He wanted a willing slave. I wanted someone to break me and build me up again. He wanted no emotions, no connection. A simple transaction, that's what he said it would be. I needed something in me to shatter, so I could finally live.

I got pregnant from a one-night stand with my worst enemy. Then I walked into the office to find out he was my new boss.... In my defense, I hadn’t planned on having anything to do with Hunter Whittington again.

He's my boyfriend's father, also my boss, and totally off limits. JJ Kane. Billionaire tycoon. Ruthless villain. Supposed head of the underworld. The first time I set eyes on him, I hated him with a visceral intensity that took me by surprise.