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Nicholas Stonehaven is the devil.
The man was supposed to remain a stranger. A fond memory of a night I'll never forget. Instead, I'm mortified to learn that my dirty little secret is now the new owner of the New York Monarchs, making him my boss. I tell myself I can handle this new development. I didn't become the first female general manager in Major League Baseball without knowing how to handle a curveball. I make trades and close deals better than any other GM in the league. But when the arrogant billionaire offers me a contract I can't refuse, it seems like I've earned myself another fancy, although temporary title: wife.
Luisa Álvarez is heaven sent.
When she's not calling me Lucifer, that is. I can be a lot to handle. Hell, I use that to my advantage in the boardroom. But my experience as the CEO of a media enterprise did me no good when I inherited a professional baseball team from my estranged grandfather. I would have sold it off immediately, but even from six feet under, the old man held something over my head, and I couldn't let it slip through my fingers. That's how I found myself married to my Angel. She may be hung up on the fact that we made a deal and signed on the dotted line. But there is nothing fake about the way I feel for her or how she comes alive under my touch. We agreed to a fair trade, but now it's time to renegotiate. Because when it comes to my wife, I never vowed to play fair.
