Faking with the Enemy by Piper James

My best friend’s douchebag brother asked me to pretend to be his fiancée, and I did what any sensible, level-headed woman would do…

Ivy:
Nate Walton showed me who he really was years ago, and I’ve hated him ever since. And when he came to me, begging for help, I almost laughed in his face.
His proposition was simple—I’d pretend to be engaged to him to save his business from a conniving hag bent on having him for her own, and he’d finish the work on the classic car my dad had been restoring for my mom before he died.
It was a win-win situation…until things got complicated, and cracks started to form in the walls I’d put up around my heart.

Nate:
Ivy Anderson had always been an enigma. When we first met, I was sure she’d been attracted to me…almost as much as I’d been to her. But something changed. She hated my guts, and I had no idea why.
When I came up with the idea of creating a fake fiancée to save my auto repair shop, Ivy was the first person I’d thought of. Our dislike of each other would ensure a simple, drama-free transaction. We’d both get what we wanted out of the deal, then go our separate ways.
No stress. No mess. No chance of hurt feelings or broken hearts.

But after an unexpected kiss that was meant to be all for show, I couldn’t get the taste of Ivy’s lips out of my head. And it was obvious she’d been affected, too. So, we struck another deal. We’d give into our desires…once. Satisfy our curiosity and our needs, then go back to the way things were.
What was the worst that could happen?