He needs a wife. She needs a story. They need to hate each other. But that's never been their problem. Owen Black has a lot of nerve.

After leaving me heartbroken to join the military, he has the audacity to show up in my life with an outrageous proposition. Marry him. Not for love (Owen Black could never), but for strategy.

The most private man in Boston wants me, Jenny Churchill, investigative reporter and his sworn enemy, to play the dutiful wife so he can clean up his image enough to steal the empire his father never wanted him to have. The ultimate marriage of convenience.

He knows I hate him. That's precisely the point. Enemies can't fall in love, which is the last thing both of us needs. But Owen doesn't know that while I'm a respectable journalist by day, I moonlight as Ivy Ink, the anonymous blogger who's been dismantling his family's reputation for years. Now, the story I'm after—the one that will finally end the Black family's stranglehold on this city—is the story that will finally make my career. And marrying Owen Black is the key to breaking it wide open.

I tell myself this is strategy. I tell myself I'm in control. I tell myself that when we share a bed. Kiss in front of strangers. As he watches me like I am the only thing he has ever actually wanted. He broke my heart once. I've been waiting years to break his. The question is whether I still want to—or whether our secrets might break us both.

Contains mature themes.