William Warrick is pure evil, and also my husband.

Be careful what you write on a Taco Bell napkin in high school. Committing to a marriage pact beside a Mild sauce stain normally isn’t contractually binding.

Unless, of course, your signature winds up next to the signature of a future billionaire CEO, who is 100% serious, 100% certifiably grumpy, and 100% the kind of person to make 30-day Valentine activities at his fancy office building mandatory.

Let’s just say, Liam’s secret stuffed animal collection can attest to his obsession with cute things; according to him, I’m the cutest thing he’s ever seen; and, now that the napkin terms are met, I’m his.

All. His.

For at least one year.

Unwillfully Wed to My Valentine is a closed-door romantic comedy with plenty of swoon and sizzle, but none of the spice. Welcome to the first novel in the EverStorm universe, featuring marriage pacts, he falls first, and forced proximity.