Grumpalicious by Mia Faye

“I’ll pay you five million dollars and you marry me. You go on that abysmal reality show with me, I get your recording contract all squared away and we separate after that. During that time, you play doting wife, I sleep with whoever I like, and if you’re lucky, it will be you at some point.”
When billionaire producer Cayden “Cash” Coltrane speaks these words to me, I’m in shock.
Not exactly the proposal you dream of as a little girl from a small town.
But he’s being slammed in the New York media when his latest victim on the long list of high profile women he’s dated and destroyed tells the public what a scumbag he is.
Now I’m supposed to be the one to help him clean up his notorious playboy image.
An innocent singer who’s never had a more romantic adventure than a hot kiss.
But when you’re single, broke, and desperately looking to get a record deal, you do crazy things.
Such as fake-marrying a man who is as intimidating as he is devastatingly handsome.
So it’s all sunshine and rainbows when we pretend to be Mr. and Mrs. Right on television.
Yet one thing is for sure: I will never fall for Mr. Grumpalicious in real life.
At least, that’s what I thought.
I shouldn’t want him, but when he touches me, the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.
I should tell him to leave me alone, but when he opens his heart, I can’t turn him away.
And then I give him the gift of being my first.
This whole deal turns out to be a disaster in the making, with a whole lot of enemies-to-lovers-style complications and is-this-fake-or-real questions.
Speaking of complications: It seems like the media found out about our sweet little wedding lie. Would now be a good time to tell Cayden that my morning sickness is anything but fake?