As the coach's curvy daughter, I shouldn't fake-date the rival team's hot, tattooed, grumpy defenseman, even if I used to have a crush on him back in high school.

My dad, the coach, spent months training our guys to take down Dmitri Lokhov.

He's the hottest, fastest, and grumpiest defenseman on the rink. No one's seen him smile, let alone mutter more than a few broody words.

But when Dmitri loses his calm, knocking out our best player who happens to be my fiancé, everyone is shocked.

With a little liquid courage, I break into Dmitri's cushy five-star hotel suite. After all, we knew each other as teenagers, so I need to give Mr. Grumpy Superstar a piece of my mind.

What I'm not supposed to learn is why he lost his cool in the first place. It was over a nasty comment about me. Made by my fiancé.

I break the wedding off, but the best way to get revenge?

Fake date his rival.

Jake Coleman is the infuriatingly hot nemesis I'd stomp over for a promotion until he's the fake boyfriend I need to survive my sister's wedding.

There's a six-foot-two fortress I battle every day, Coliseum-style. He pretends to be me, stealing clients. I hack his calendar, deleting appointments. Our fighting is filthy.

Just a regular day at the office, right?

Not when there's a giant bonus only one of us can win.

Coleman, with his smug smirk and iron-cut muscles, thinks it's his. But I'm winning so I don't have to eat ramen for every meal. Not that he knows that. “Keep pretending” is my life mantra.

But maybe I take it too far by pretending to have an amazing boyfriend… that my family wants to meet at my sister's wedding!

Out of nowhere, Satan offers to fake-date me for a week. He's up to something, but I can't figure out what.

Especially when he's kissing me dizzy in front of guests. I'm sitting on his lap on a party bus. And there's only one bed…

But come Monday I can't forget that we're at war again, no matter how real this charade feels…