He needs a wife in thirty days. Apparently, that's my job now.Seven years as Weston Kincaid's assistant taught me three things: he doesn't ask, he doesn't apologize, and he doesn't believe in love.So when his grandfather's will demands he marry within the month — or lose the Scottish estate he grew up on to his snake of a cousin — Weston doesn't propose. He informs me. Like our wedding is just another item on his calendar.I quit on the spot.Then I accidentally torpedo his last hope of finding any other bride, and suddenly the most arrogant man I've ever worked for is offering me a deal I can't refuse. Six months as his wife in the Highlands. Enough money to fund my dreams. A clean exit from the man who's owned my every waking hour.Strictly business. Separate bedrooms. Easy.Except Scotland changes him. The cold corporate glacier who barked orders at me in Houston is suddenly delivering calves at midnight, honoring his grandfather's legacy, and losing a public argument to a Shetland pony with a vendetta.Six months turns into one bedroom. Fake turns into something I can't take back. And the secret I've been keeping is the one thing that could cost us both the castle, the family, and each other.Bonnie the pony, meanwhile, regrets nothing.Book 1 of the Braeburn Cliffs series: a steamy ️ ️ ️ marriage of convenience with a grumpy billionaire boss, his sunshine assistant, forced proximity in a Scottish castle, a vindictive ex with a very active social media account, one demon Shetland pony, and a hard-won HEA. For fans of Lucy Score and Sarah Adams. Content note: this story touches on grief and infertility.