Sometimes, you've got to take a fake date to your sister's royal wedding... After pumping the breaks on my college degree and being dumped at the last minute, I'm looking forward to skipping off to a whole new country for a week-long royal wedding event. But I'll need the perfect distraction to keep both my sister and mother from finding out about my epic disaster life. So when I meet a charming Scottish stunner on the train, whose chivalry and humor have me swooning, a quick coin toss seals the deal on my hot date. It's the perfect plan until he reveals he is Lord Jacob MacWebley, odd duckling and long-lost cousin of the family my sister is about to marry into. Thanks for the full disclosure. Oh, and apparently no one wants him there because he might have a claim to the inheritance. Wedding week is going to suck, but it's too late for other options-luckily, I'm a pro at dealing with a little family drama. But between a gentle countryside horse ride that turns into a chase and the baking class that ends in a food fight, we forget to keep up the lies and start blurring the lines instead... against any available surface. Jacob brings me out of my shell and makes me want to break all etiquette rules, but he's keeping secrets and if I'm not careful, I might end up royally screwed...
Sometimes, you've got to take a job with the devil to pay the bills...Too bad I learned too late the devil wears Armani, is the most uptight man in the history of history, and just signed an unbreakable contract that shackles me to his pompous royal side for the summer.But God, he's got this British accent that makes my panties melt.But then the words he says catch up with my brain and make me want to throw one of his precious vases at his head.One minute we're fighting-and the next-we can't keep our hands off each other. Somehow, when Mr. Blue Eyes is kissing me, he makes me forget how much he annoys me.And that starts a whole new level of complications I. Don't. Need.
My life has revolved around the two things I've always loved: whiskey and rugby. Now, the marriage clause in my Da's will has me putting both on the back burner if I want to save the Murphy's Pub empire and find a wife. As the last brother to get married, I need a little help, and that's where my sister-in-law's American best friend, Leah, comes into the picture. She could use a little Irish luck after the deceitful things her ex did to her that brought her to Ireland. With her take-no-shite-attitude, she's just the type of girl to help me find a wife. That is, if I can remember she's the matchmaker and not the match.
My family's whiskey empire needs to keep me as CEO. But thanks to my dad's will, to take my place as rightful head of the company, I need to find a wife-if only I could just get my brother Sean's pain-in-the-arse best mate Grace out of my head long enough to focus on finding a decent woman. The woman maddens me, but she's a longtime friend of the family, so giving her a job as my assistant is the only way I can keep everyone off my back. But the more time I spend with her, the more I find myself looking differently at this girl from my past. Too bad she's decided not to give me the time of day.
A fake wedding between a billionaire and an executive assistant in need of financial help sounds like the perfect fix, but what happens when feelings get involved?
