I'm a geeky virgin with trust issues. So I'm definitely not into hot bad boy rockstars.
I thought the annoying, hot guy worked at the mansion. Turns out, he owns the mansion. A fact he forgot to mention… He's Caleb Wolfe—tattooed, cocky, infuriatingly hot, and apparently a famous rockstar. One accidental kiss at a charity event? Boom—tabloid chaos. Then I lose my job, and he makes me an offer I definitely should've refused: Fake marriage. Real cash. Zero strings. But living together is nothing like I imagined. Caleb makes me laugh. He takes care of me. He treats me like something precious. Somewhere between "I do" and "let's not catch feelings," I give him my v-card. And we turn our fake marriage into something very real. But then I overhear him talking about annulling the marriage… and my heart shatters. Was any of it real? Unclear. This pregnancy test? Crystal. Freaking. Clear. Marrying My Billionaire Rockstar is a steamy standalone romance—each book in the series can be enjoyed independently.
