He's the ice-cold lawyer who needs a fake fiancée. I'm the broke girl who needs fifty grand. What could possibly go wrong?
Everything. Everything could go wrong.
Elliot Carrington is six-foot-three of pure, uptight corporate perfection. His suits cost more than my rent, and his schedule is color-coded to the minute.
Until one tiny lie blows up in his perfect face.
Now Mr. Control Freak needs a fake fiancée for a couples' retreat to save his career, and he's offering me fifty thousand dollars to play the part.
Did I mention I'm broke? Like, eating-ramen-for-every-meal broke.
So I say yes. It's just one weekend of pretending to be madly in love with a man who looks at me like I'm a wrinkle in his pristine world.
I didn't expect his hands to be so warm. I didn't expect his eyes to soften when I laugh. And I definitely didn't expect to find myself pressed against the wall of our cabin, his mouth hungry on mine, wondering if this is still just pretend.
One fake relationship rule after another shatters between us. His carefully constructed walls come crashing down, and suddenly I'm seeing the man behind the power suit.
But when the weekend ends and reality crashes in, we're left with the wreckage of lies we've built and feelings neither of us planned for.
Now I'm wondering if fifty grand was worth the price of my heart.
Because faking it with Elliot Carrington was easy. It's the real part that scares me to death.
A sizzling, opposites-attract romance featuring a uptight alpha hero who's about to be undone, the sassy woman who breaks through his walls, and a fake relationship that gets all too real. No cliffhangers. Just scorching chemistry and a happily ever after that will leave you begging for more.
USA Today bestselling author Emma Bray writes intense, steamy romances with possessive alpha males who’ll stop at nothing to claim the women they want. Emma’s instalove stories are filled with heat, passion and happily ever afters.
Okay, confession time: I didn’t just read this book…I devoured it in one sitting, ignored all my responsibilities, and now I’m emotionally attached to fictional characters. The Love Clause is the kind of romance that makes you giggle, kick your feet, and maybe yell at the pages a little (in the best way).
Let’s talk about Josie. SHE IS EVERYTHING. A literal ray of sunshine, a chaotic ball of energy, and so unapologetically herself that I wanted to reach into the book and hug her. She’s funny, she’s real, and she doesn’t dim her light for anyone, not even for the grumpiest, most uptight lawyer in existence. And oh boy, Elliot Carrington is grumpy. The man is a walking, talking, perfectly tailored suit of control issues and icy glares. But watching Josie bulldoze her way into his rigid, color coded world? PURE MAGIC.
The chemistry between these two is off the charts. From the second they’re forced into this fake engagement, you just know Elliot doesn’t stand a chance. Josie’s laughter, her messy, vibrant energy, the way she doesn’t care about his pristine rules, it all slowly melts him, The way he looks at her when she’s not paying attention, the way his hands linger just a little too long…I was a puddle. A happy, giggly puddle.
And can we talk about how funny this book was? Josie’s inner monologue had me laughing out loud so many times. She’s the kind of heroine who says what we’re all thinking, and her dynamic with Elliot is pure gold. The banter? Perfect. The tension? Even better. The moment things turn from fake to very real? I had to fan myself.
I finished this book with the biggest, goofiest grin on my face. It’s the kind of romance that makes you believe in love, in opposites attracting, in grumpy men falling hopelessly for sunshine girls who turn their world upside down. If you want a book that will make you laugh, melt your heart, and leave you utterly obsessed with the characters, this book is it.