A bargain with an expiration date and we both get what we want.

That's what I agreed to. That's what he promised.

Brooks Kincaide.

Rude.

Cocky.

And far too sexy for his own good.

He's now my husband-even if our union is fake and our families hate each other.

Our deal helps us both.

No strings. No sex. And no falling in love.

We're strictly business.

I save my ailing ranch and Brooks takes control of Canyon Spring-his rightful legacy.

But we soon realize we have more in common than boiling family tensions and a shared property line.

I can't stop thinking about him, and though I pretend not to like it, every time he calls me darlin', I get weak in the knees.

Now the lines between business and marriage blur, and that's when everything falls apart.

I should have known better than to make a deal with a Kincaide.

Or more like the devil.

Because I stand to lose not only my ranch, but also my heart.