This marriage sham might work if they didn’t want to kill each other…
Maggie: Getting hitched to the guy who walked out on me in the middle of a hookup wasn’t on my bingo card, but here we are.
Sawyer O’Malley is bad news. He told me so. But when you sneak off with a guy like Sawyer at your best friend’s wedding, bad feels kind of good.
Until he ghosts you.
I made a point to avoid him after that. But somehow I find myself in the middle of his viral social media screw-up.
Do I care if he got himself into a pickle and needs a wife? No.
I don’t do second chances.
But my credit is shot and I need a place to crash until I get back on my feet. Plus Id have the chance to get payback by puck-blocking hockeys worst playboy.
I’m doing the women of Toronto a favor.
Who says a girl can’t have a little fun while leveling the score?
What could possibly go wrong?
Spoiler alert: Everything.
Sawyer: My wife is loud, bossy, scrappy, opinionated, a fire-eating pain in my butt… and I would tear the whole world apart for her.
Maggie hates me for slamming on the breaks before we took it too far—when I was just trying to protect her. How can I tell her that without causing World War Three? Because loving Maggie is a contact sport. I have a feeling she’s out to get me. And I find that surprisingly hot.
Sparring with my wife is all the danger I need. But when her pet parrot gets kidnapped by the mob, it’s gloves off and I go in full Liam Neeson mode.
I didn’t want to get her involved in my mess. But now that she’s mine, winning Maggie’s heart is worth a penalty shot.
