Beautiful, penniless American girl meets handsome, wealthy Scotsman. Sounds like the beginning of a fairy-tale romance? It’s not. This story begins with a contract. And an exchange of money. A lot of money. An angel perches nervously on one shoulder. A devil lounges smugly on my other. And even that dark little bastard is leery of what I’m doing. Maxwell Hutcheson wants the girlfriend experience. All of it. And I’m going to give it to him. I’m not supposed to enjoy being his whore. I’m also not supposed to fall in love with him. But I do. Both. When our contract expires, I will walk away. Because I have to. But he’ll always have a piece of me. I’ll mask my sorrow with a smile. I’ll hide my love with indifference … all while it’s killing me softly. A fairy-tale romance. It isn’t mine to have. And this man I’ve come to love so dearly isn’t my happily ever after.
