Amara Voss has three jobs, a dying scholarship, and a mother running out of time. What she doesn't have is a boyfriend anymore — not after catching Preston Beaumont in his fraternity house with the girl he swore was “just a friend.” Out of anger and heartbreak, Amara drowns her humiliation in a bar and a stranger's bed. She throws his money in his face and walks out, certain she'll never see him again. She's wrong. He's her new head coach. Maddox Kingston holds Amara's entire future in his hands — one written evaluation stands between her and losing everything. And he has a price. “I want you to be my nude model for a month,” he answered casually. “In return, I'll pay you ten thousand dollars. You can quit working and focus on your studies. And I will sign a glowing evaluation for the athletic board.” “Fuck that! I'd rather leave this school than become your personal stripper. What the hell is wrong with you?” But when her mother's life is on the line and her pride is the only currency she has left, Amara has twenty-four hours to decide whether her body is a price worth paying, and whether the ruthless coach who once called her a stranger for hire might be the only man who's ever truly seen her.

He is Manhattan’s most untouchable billionaire. She is the runaway heiress who swore she would never come home. One reckless night. No names. No promises. Just a stranger with cold blue eyes, a black town car and a fire Anouk Valcourt has never felt before. Then she walks into her mother’s rehearsal dinner. “Darling, you could have come and said hello. I wanted to do the introductions, but I see you both met.” “Anouk, this is Dashiell, my husband. Dashiell, this is my daughter Anouk. She has been working very hard organising our wedding.” “Nice to meet you.” Dashiell Ashcombe is buying an empire the only way its owner will sell it: with a ring. Anouk was blackmailed into planning the wedding of the century. Now she must smile, arrange the flowers and watch the man who ruined her for every other lover promise forever to her mother. Ten weeks until the wedding. One secret that could burn everything down. And a man who has never wanted anything he couldn’t own, until the red-haired stranger who left without a name. How do you say “I do” to the wrong woman when the right one is standing three feet away?

Overnight, influencer Saskia Marlowe goes from rising star to “homewrecker” after a leaked photo with varsity athlete Tavian Cross. Her manager’s fix is brutal and simple: get a boyfriend. A fake one. For thirty days, with the cameras always on. Only one boy comes to mind: Idris Calloway, her next-door best friend, the one she hasn’t spoken to in five years. “Why me?” “Because I trust you.” The rules are simple: hold hands, smile for the cameras, never fall in love. But Idris has been in love with her for years, and he has no intention of pretending. Then the kisses stop looking staged, a mysterious “like” from Tavian lights up her phone, and Saskia begins to suspect the leak was no accident. Whoever planned it is much closer than she thinks. One month. One contract. And fine print neither of them can afford to read.