Sure he's a billionaire. Sure he's tall, dark, and handsome to the extreme. But he's also crabby, frigid, and a regular storm cloud. And yes, he's my new fake fiancé.

The rumor is true, yet if asked, I'll deny that I am marrying Achilles Lord for the money.

Shocking... I know.

And yes, I'm an heiress.

Newsflash. Not all heiresses are rich and fabulous.

My dad cut me off from the family trust ten years ago. He claimed he had to do it because I spent money as if it grew on trees.

By the way, he was right. Lesson learned.

Since then, I've been humbled, thrifty with my cash, and making it on my own. That was until I invested nearly every dollar I had in my beloved new restaurant. So now I'm broke, and my restaurant is in jeopardy of failing.

However, my dad just showed up out of the blue. He needs me, and he makes me an offer. Marry one of the Lord's brothers, and I will receive my portion of the family trust plus back pay.

Oh boy, is his timing perfect or what? My life is literally in shambles. And since real relationships haven't been kind to me, I say yes to the fake relationship.

The best part of the deal, other than acquiring the cash to save my restaurant, is that I never have to see my fake husband, Mr. Storm Cloud, for the entire duration of our arrangement. Until one day, things go awry, and Achilles and I are forced into each other's personal space.

Achilles Lord is gorgeous but grumpy and has a long stick up his you-know-what. There's not a speck of dust in his penthouse apartment or any signs of warmth or life. He's a cold front, and I am a sunny day.

He and I are total opposites.

But what happens when opposites start to attract? Will we end up making it while faking it?

This standalone must-read billionaire romance book has plenty of angst, steam, and a spicy slow burn romance that'll keep you turning the pages; it also ends happily ever after.