Claimed By my Fake Husband

I was hired to be her fake husband.

I never planned on wanting to be her real one.

One bed, one roof, and a rule I swore I’d never break.

I made a promise to myself years ago. No attachments. No relationships. No sex.

Losing someone I loved once was enough to convince me I wasn’t built for it twice.

Then I got assigned to guard her.

Tess Beaumont is a mouthy, fearless journalist who just painted a target on her own back…and the FBI wants me to play her husband while we wait out the trial.

Small-town cover story.

Nosy neighbors who think we’re newlyweds.

A woman half my age who makes me forget every reason I built that wall in the first place.

I’m supposed to keep my distance.

I’m supposed to keep my head in the job.

Instead, I can’t stop watching the way she fights for people who can’t fight for themselves.

Can’t stop wanting to be the one who finally makes her feel safe.

Can’t stop breaking my own rule, one touch at a time, until there’s nothing left of the fifteen years I spent building it.

She calls me her handler. I call her mine.

The man hunting her isn’t done…and when he finds our door, he’s going to learn the hard way that I don’t just protect the people I’m paid to protect.

I protect what’s mine.

And I will burn this whole thing down before I let anyone take her from me.