Cent: My biological clock just exploded. Eighteen a few months. That’s how long I have to make an infant happen before it becomes one more damaged dream.

Fate includes a sick love of life, though. Its name can be Hayden Shaw. Yes, the Hayden Shaw. Billionaire builder, scandalously gorgeous, his hard-headed ego just eclipsed by his tremendous . reputation.

He requires a bride-to-be to fool the world. I need a baby. It’s basic business. Totally professional.

Hayden: My fresh wife is totally insane. The spitfire about Baby Fever Bride: A Billionaire Romance who just decided to perform pretend feels we’re doing this baby thing in a lab, without ending up between the sheets. Too poor I see through it whenever she says her favorite line. Firmly professional? Please.

Too bad I taste how bad she wants it when we’re giving the press something to speak about, lips tangled collectively like there’s no tomorrow.

She’s also my last chance at stopping a structure to take the family fortune, turning my riches to rags.

But I’m Hayden Shaw. I’m in charge. I don’t back off. Ms. Naughty and Great will never, ever know how poor I’m twisted up in our chase.

Contains mature themes.