Harper Cole has been preparing her whole life to become her pack’s next Alpha. When her father gives the title to her youngest brother, Harper will proposition a fellow Alpha with a fake marriage, hoping to reclaim her position as heir.

Asher Black, Alpha of the Rising Moon Pack, is struggling to lead his Pack and get rid of his controlling uncles when he is offered a strange proposition from a beautiful young wolf. As Harper and Asher fight to secure their positions, their fake relationship will be tested…as will the growing feelings between the two.

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“Prove it.” Julius says.

“What?” Prove what? I don’t need to prove anything to them. Why is it so hard for them to understand I’m getting married?

“I don’t believe this is real,” Dean agrees, adding fuel to Julius’s fire.

I glance at Harper, nervous. I knew this was going to happen. They’ve figured out straight away this is fake. Did we not appear in love when we entered the room?

“Of course, it’s real,” Harper smiles at me.

She gives me a look, indicating she is either going to do something good or bad. She grabs me by the collar of my shirt and pulls me towards her. From instinct I close my eyes and commit to the pretend relationship. Our lips brush each other’s, and I can taste strawberry. They’re soft, warm and inviting. I hope it appears that sparks are flying around the room. I ignore the little butterflies in my stomach.

“Like I said,” Harper smiles wide when we pull apart, “We’re getting married, and I’m leaving tomorrow.”

After being fired for a small mistake, Sabrina’s luck changes when she becomes the secretary to a billionaire CEO…and discovers that Atlas Collins is the handsome stranger that tried to save her job. Though they’ve only met once, Atlas seems familiar to Sabrina, a feeling she can’t shake. Can Sabrina trust the man Atlas has become, or will the CEO’s secrets be too much to handle?

Without warning, Atlas begins unbuttoning his shirt.
I knew that Atlas had a gorgeous face and wonderful personality; now I’ve been blessed with seeing his sculpted body.
Atlas clears his throat and I’m forced to tear my eyes away from him. When I see the flirty smile on his face, I realize he caught me staring.
“I know you would love to stand here all day and look at my body,” he teases, moving towards the door, “But we have a lot of work to get through.”