The Marriage Mistake (Marswood Harbor #2)

“You should kiss me. So we can practice. Otherwise it’ll be obvious that we’re lying.”
“Yes, ma’am.”

I was raised to believe I was unlovable. Too cold, too weird, too much brain and not enough heart. My father made very sure of it.

Then I faked a match to a stranger, married him for my inheritance, and moved into the loudest, messiest, most love-filled house I have ever set foot in.

Jack Mars is a charming widower with a smile that's gotten him out of a decade of consequences. His thirteen-year-old daughter Darby runs a swear jar, ships the two of us harder than anyone in town, and sees straight through me on day one.

The deal was one month. Play house, file the certificate, divorce when the money clears. Don't let the kid get attached. Don't get attached to the kid.

All it took to break that rule was one pan of lasagna and algebra homework at the dining room table.

I'm an actuary. I don't do warm. But there's a corkboard of Polaroids in that kitchen, a dog-eared "Best Dad Ever" card on the fridge, and a man who looks at me like I'm not too much—like I'm exactly enough.

I came for the money. I'm terrified I already want to stay.

A steamy standalone small-town marriage of convenience romance featuring a single dad who falls first, a heroine who calculated everything except love, one meddling matchmaking grandmother, and a guaranteed HEA.