Single Mom's Guide to Love

A sexy, marriage of convenience, one night stand, British hero romance from bestselling author, Chelle Sloan. GUIDE TO LOVE RULE #50: Love isn't always convenient. Sometimes marriage is. My name is Maeve Banks—Type A single mom; oldest daughter; and renowned interior designer for millionaire bachelors. And the new Mrs. Logan Matthews. The latter title is not something I wanted, but something I was forced to do. And for good reason: My adorable six-year old son. The guide for my perfectly controlled life was simple: No dating or distractions. Focus on my son and my business. Everything was going to plan until the night Logan Matthews—one of the world's youngest, and most eligible billionaires—sits down next to me at an airport bar. He distracted me with his perfect smile and chiseled jaw line. His British accent didn’t hurt either. When he asked me to dance? I was a goner. But it was one night. No harm in a little fun, right? Wrong. Turns out my one-night of fun is now my newest client. Which is fine. I'm an adult. I can resist his charm. And that he's great with my son. Or when he calls me "love.” But as much as both of us make it look like we have our lives in order, they're anything but. So Logan offers me a proposal—the one where we get married as a temporary fix to both our problems. My ex-husband is fighting for custody of my son. And Logan needs a wife to give the media something to talk about. It's a marriage of convenience. Nothing more, nothing less. There's just one problem: I think I'm falling in love with my husband. And there's no guide to love for that.

A sexy, marriage of convenience, one night stand, British hero romance from bestselling author, Chelle Sloan. GUIDE TO LOVE RULE #50: Love isn't always convenient. Sometimes marriage is. My name is Maeve Banks—Type A single mom; oldest daughter; and renowned interior designer for millionaire bachelors. And the new Mrs. Logan Matthews. The latter title is not something I wanted, but something I was forced to do. And for good reason: My adorable six-year old son. The guide for my perfectly controlled life was simple: No dating or distractions. Focus on my son and my business. Everything was going to plan until the night Logan Matthews—one of the world's youngest, and most eligible billionaires—sits down next to me at an airport bar. He distracted me with his perfect smile and chiseled jaw line. His British accent didn’t hurt either. When he asked me to dance? I was a goner. But it was one night. No harm in a little fun, right? Wrong. Turns out my one-night of fun is now my newest client. Which is fine. I'm an adult. I can resist his charm. And that he's great with my son. Or when he calls me "love.” But as much as both of us make it look like we have our lives in order, they're anything but. So Logan offers me a proposal—the one where we get married as a temporary fix to both our problems. My ex-husband is fighting for custody of my son. And Logan needs a wife to give the media something to talk about. It's a marriage of convenience. Nothing more, nothing less. There's just one problem: I think I'm falling in love with my husband. And there's no guide to love for that.