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Easton Calloway needs a wifey, pronto, and he chooses me to temporarily fill the position. While I want to tell him to eff off, I can't walk away from the temptation. So, I do what any broke actress living in New York City would do, and I agree to the terms and conditions. It should be easy: a year of marriage, a cushy penthouse in the city, and a spending allowance. After three hundred sixty-five days, I'll receive divorce papers and a check in the mail. All I have to do is pretend we're happily married without falling in love.

A knock at my door reveals a very pregnant woman. Good news: I’m not the father of her baby. Bad news: I am the father of the baby her sister is carrying. I’m the bad boy, rock star, playboy ice hockey star. I collect paychecks and shell out broken hearts. Now I’m collecting the storm of pregnancy hormones and shelling out foot rubs. How am I supposed to go from the hottest bachelor in the world… to being called ‘Dad’?

Yeah, so I found my girlfriend in bed with another man. It happens, even to famous star athletes like me. I’m not the kind of guy that lets that stuff bring him down. What do I do? Rebound. Simple. That’s how I meet Grace: Stunning, funny, wild in bed, and she enjoys the ‘no strings attached’ kind of thing. It’s almost too good to be true. That’s when I find out it really is…

So I woke up married today. For some that’s not a big deal. For me…I have no idea who the woman is. Don’t get me wrong—her killer curves, big smile, and way-too-eager-to-be-married-to-me attitude is kind of attractive. But this isn’t me. I’m the guy on the team who makes sure this kind of crap doesn’t happen. There’s one choice: end the marriage. Pronto. I’m going under the knife for shoulder surgery and my plan is to wake up with a new shoulder and be a single man. I couldn’t be any more wrong if I tried…

A sexy rockstar walking into your hotel room sounds like a dream come true. When you're in the middle of some serious self-pleasure like I was, it's a freaking nightmare. It gets worse. What I thought was my room...was actually his. I'd just given last year's hottest new talent a performance worthy of my own Grammy. Now everyone is talking about the girl who got her rocks off in Brix Wilson's hotel room. Nobody knows I'm that girl and it's going to stay that way. It's not like I'm going to run into him again, right? Wrong.