When my cheating ex destroyed my life, I did what any reasonable woman would do—I dove head-first into a petty revenge scheme. After all, Ive always been more of a go down swinging kind of girl.

Enter Manhattans most terrifying CEO, Orion Foster. Even though the local “Hate Notes” delivery company serves the whole city, their messengers spend most mornings at his building. But Orion makes a game of bribing every messenger into silence, and its a game he always wins.

So far, at least.

My brilliant plan? Be the one messenger he cant silence, force him to give me a real job, and collect two paychecks while my ex thinks Im his corporate spy.

Too bad nobody warned me that my newest boss would be six-foot-three of grumpy, dimpled perfection—or that beneath his icy exterior beats the heart of a man who sends me scandalously demanding emails by night and gives glimpses of surprising tenderness behind his scorching glares.

Now Im falling for the man Im supposed to be sabotaging, stealing kisses between meetings and pretending I dont live for those moments when his perfect control slips. My ancient, possibly immortal cat judges me daily for this mess, but then again, he also judges me for showering.

I never meant to find purpose in this job or trust again after having my heart shattered. But somehow the grumpiest boss in the city has me believing in second chances—even if mine might expire the moment he discovers why I really took a job working under him.

Let’s just hope this doesn’t blow up in my face as badly as the time I tried to potty train my cat.

I'll tell you about the two very large pickles I've found myself in, but only if you promise not to laugh…

Pickle number one: I'm unexpectedly pregnant by an NHL star, who just so happens to be my big brother's best friend—and no, we weren't exactly dating. For reasons that totally make sense (trust me for now), I never told him about the baby.

Pickle number two: I'm about to lose my family's charming bed and breakfast unless I can get hitched within six months, thanks to an ancient deed and a ridiculous family feud.

So I made a deal with the baby's dad, Jake Summers—the dashing captain of the Vermont Vandals hockey team.

Our plan? Fake an engagement, have a showy wedding, solve our little problems, then amicably split. It's simple: I keep my BB, and he shows his team he's serious about cleaning up his act. Perfect, right?

But Jake doesn't know how to do things by halves. Before I know it, I'm in Manhattan picking out lavish engagement rings and getting swept off my feet. I'm being paraded around charity galas like a princess and becoming the envy of every woman in the country. All this while he's diving headfirst into being a dad—without knowing he actually is one.

It's practically foolproof, with hardly any room for this to spectacularly blow up in our faces. So, save the date for our big, fake wedding! What could possibly go wrong?