Whenever Gemma is near her gorgeous new boss, she is overcome by the desire to channel a 1930's sex goddess; put on her best sexy pout, and whisper. "Whatever you want, the answer is, yes." "Yes" is the answer Nick wants. But his only commitments are to his yacht, and his nomadic lifestyle. How can Gemma believe him when he says this time, he wants forever? Especially when he's already broken one important promise
He was hot and charming. She fell for him hard and fast. They were on the way from Australia to the US to meet the mother-in-law from Hell, the jobs they had lined up didn't pay well, and her engagement ring was cheap, flashy bling, because that was all they could afford.
What did it matter? They had each other, and poor but honest is the stuff of fairytales.
Then Sam admitted he wasn't poor, which meant he hadn't been honest either. Things suddenly looked a whole lot grimmer. A different fairytale all together. The ring Claire thought was fake was real, and the man she thought was real was... well she'd just have to find out.