I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR LOVE. I NEED A BABY NOW... PENNY My biological clock just exploded. Eighteen months. That's how long I have to make a baby happen before it becomes one more broken dream. Fate has a sick sense of humor, though. Its name is Hayden Shaw. Yes, the Hayden Shaw. Billionaire developer, scandalously gorgeous, his hard-headed ego only eclipsed by his enormous...reputation. The man who has everything except one missing piece. He needs a bride to fool the world. I need a baby. Hello, first class donor material. It's simple business. Strictly professional. A no nonsense, pretend-my-panties-aren't-melting trade. Love isn't in the fine print. No, I don't care how many times I have to stop swooning when I'm in his arms, locked in his kiss, smiling like we're meant to be for the cameras. Simple, I said, remember? Yeah. Who the hell am I kidding? HAYDEN My new wife is completely insane. The spitfire who just agreed to play pretend thinks we're doing this baby thing in a lab, without ending up between the sheets. Too bad I see right through it whenever she says her favorite line. Strictly professional? Please. Too bad I taste how bad she wants it when we're giving the press something to talk about, lips tangled together like there's no tomorrow. Too damned bad she's perfection itself, and 'professional' went out the window the second she stormed into my life. She's also my last chance at stopping a scheme to steal the family fortune, turning my riches to rags. But I'm Hayden Shaw. I'm in control. I don't back down. Ms. Naughty and Nice will never, ever know how bad I'm twisted up in our chase. This isn't Cinderella, and I'm no Prince. Soon, I'll show Penny this isn't all make believe. Consummating this marriage is about to get very real...
I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR LOVE. I NEED A BABY NOW... PENNY My biological clock just exploded. Eighteen months. That's how long I have to make a baby happen before it becomes one more broken dream. Fate has a sick sense of humor, though. Its name is Hayden Shaw. Yes, the Hayden Shaw. Billionaire developer, scandalously gorgeous, his hard-headed ego only eclipsed by his enormous...reputation. The man who has everything except one missing piece. He needs a bride to fool the world. I need a baby. Hello, first class donor material. It's simple business. Strictly professional. A no nonsense, pretend-my-panties-aren't-melting trade. Love isn't in the fine print. No, I don't care how many times I have to stop swooning when I'm in his arms, locked in his kiss, smiling like we're meant to be for the cameras. Simple, I said, remember? Yeah. Who the hell am I kidding? HAYDEN My new wife is completely insane. The spitfire who just agreed to play pretend thinks we're doing this baby thing in a lab, without ending up between the sheets. Too bad I see right through it whenever she says her favorite line. Strictly professional? Please. Too bad I taste how bad she wants it when we're giving the press something to talk about, lips tangled together like there's no tomorrow. Too damned bad she's perfection itself, and 'professional' went out the window the second she stormed into my life. She's also my last chance at stopping a scheme to steal the family fortune, turning my riches to rags. But I'm Hayden Shaw. I'm in control. I don't back down. Ms. Naughty and Nice will never, ever know how bad I'm twisted up in our chase. This isn't Cinderella, and I'm no Prince. Soon, I'll show Penny this isn't all make believe. Consummating this marriage is about to get very real...
