Mister Billionaire’s Fake Bride by Penelope Wylde

I’m the billionaire in need of a fake Christmas bride, she’s the sweet wedding planner in need of a high-rolling client. Only I wish my body understood her sweet moans and perfect body are not part of the bridal package.
Weeks before Christmas I’m told my inheritance of the family billion-dollar company rests on the sole condition of marriage, so I’m forced to ring those wedding bells or watch the company I love be dismantled. All before Christmas.
Enter one sweet, irresistible Juniper Winters—my new wedding planner which should automatically take her off the list of possibilities.
I do my best to resist the fact that she’s sexy, smart, and has the prettiest bowed lips I bet taste like heaven and sin rolled into one.
Until we’re alone on a plane and then all those voluptuous curves and teasing kisses have me wondering if she’s as innocent as she seems. I didn’t mean to make us both mile-high club members or propose an idea that is equally crazy as it is terrible. By the time I have her screaming into the pillows we’ve struck a deal that might just save us both.
Never in a million years did I think I’d end up looking for a fake bride in Big Dix—or Dixen, Alaska— of all places. Trouble is, we seem to both forget anything we share is only temporary.