The Portland Ploy by Layla Valentine

He’s on the verge of superstardom, All he needs is a beautiful family to call his own, Why not buy one?

HIM: Being a musician is great – except for the press, On the cusp of an international breakthrough, I find myself mired in a huge publicity push to promote my new album, all about fatherhood.
I – single, and very much not a father – need a fake girlfriend and baby mamma, quick.
And the gorgeous photographer who just showed up on my doorstep?
I think she might just be the perfect candidate.

HER: I’ve been burned before,
And yet, for a moment, I almost let my guard down, To Blake Dollaway, of all people.
The fastest rising star in country music, multimillionaire and heart throb to millions—
And the man who took me and my daughter out for hot dogs, of all things, The man who, just like that, had me falling for him.
I should have known the happy fantasy wouldn’t last,
There’s a scheme brewing, and he wants me to be a part of it.
If the offer’s good enough, well, I’ll swallow my pride and do it, But I’m determined that he’ll never have my heart.