I have ninety days to get married or lose my grandmother’s villa to the developer circling our coast like a shark.
Roman offers me a deal instead: a marriage of convenience, clean terms, no feelings attached. He needs my clifftop land protected as badly as I need to keep it. I need a husband. He needs an excuse. It should be simple.
It stops being simple the first time the sirocco traps us together and I forget which parts of us are supposed to be an act.
He plans everything — except, apparently, falling in love with the woman he only meant to marry on paper. And when our own contract gets used against us, we’re the only two people who can prove the truth a judge and a whole town are watching us fight for.
The wind always comes back to Cala Sirena. So does the truth.
