Billionaireвђ™s Fake Fling By Alexa Hart File

The book follows , a shy woman who grew up on an upstate New York farm, and her arrogant billionaire boss, Zachary Brinkmann . To claim a multi-million dollar inheritance left by his grandmother—which requires him to be married by age 30—Zachary offers Elle a deal: a fake marriage in exchange for the money she desperately needs. Naturally, the "fake" arrangement gets complicated when Elle loses her V-card to him and realizes she’s actually falling for the gorgeous jerk.

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"It’s simple, Elara," Julian said, his voice a low vibration that made her stomach do a nervous flip. "Three months. Four charity galas. One family weekend at the Hamptons. In exchange, your brother’s medical debt vanishes." Billionaire’s Fake Fling by Alexa Hart

Elara knew she should pull away. She knew she was one mistake away from a broken heart. But as his lips brushed hers, she realized Julian Thorne had broken his own third rule first. A Fake Fiancé Romance (Hate To Love You Book 1)

Julian leaned forward, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "Rule one: We live together. Rule two: Public displays of affection are non-negotiable. Rule three..." He paused, a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't fall in love with me." "That won't be a problem," Elara lied. The book follows , a shy woman who

Julian didn't answer with words. He reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his thumb grazing her cheek. For a billionaire who lived by contracts and cold logic, his touch was unexpectedly warm.

Elara stared at the heavy vellum contract on the mahogany desk, then up at Julian Thorne. He was the kind of man who looked like he’d been carved out of granite and expensive cologne. While I can't rewrite the copyrighted book for

The first month was easy. It was all designer dresses and practiced smiles. But then came the night of the Solstice Gala. Julian’s hand stayed on the small of her back a second too long; his laughs felt a little too genuine. When they returned to his penthouse, the silence was heavy.