Making It While Faking It — Z.L. Arkadie

 Not all heiresses are rich and fabulous, and that goes double for me. My dad cut me off a long time ago. He claimed he had to do it because I spent money as if I thought it grew on trees. Well, that's just silly, Dad, I had said. Everyone knows that money doesn't grow on trees. But it does grow from trees. So technically, I don't get why you're so mad at me.That was a joke, one that he didn't find funny at all.Ever since then, I've been making it on my own—sort of. I invested big and lost even bigger, which is why I'm nearly broke. But now my dad needs me. He's made me an offer. Marry one of the Lord brothers, and I will receive my portion from the family trust plus back-pay. Oh boy was his timing perfect. My life is literally in shambles. And since real relationships haven't been kind to me, I say yes to the fake one. At least I'll be rich again! The best part of the deal is that I never have to see my fake husband. Until one day, I mess up, and we are thrown into each other's personal space. My new husband is gorgeous, grumpy, and driving me up the wall. He finds me impossible to deal with too. However, soon our stares linger a little too long. And when he touches me, I'm dizzied by desire.This can't be happening. We are opposites, for goodness sake! But what happens when opposites start to attract? Will we end up making it while faking it?