There had to be a catch...

"You're not to be afraid," the stranger on the flight from Denver reassured Stacey. And suddenly her predicament seemed less overwhelming. His warmth and strength instilled courage in her as if by osmosis.

Maybe she could stand up to the man who'd married her aunt only to discover that Stacey was the one with all the money. Perhaps she wouldn't have to marry his son, George, after all ....

Then the stranger stepped forward to meet her relatives and shocked them all--especially Stacey. "I'm Harry Marsden, " he announced "Stacey's new husband."

Because Harry Marsden had rescued her from the clutches of her unscrupulous relatives, by pretending she was married to him, Stacey felt she owed him something. But how long was her repayment to last? Because now, it seemed, Harry needed to pretend he was married, to put his beloved grandmother’s mind at rest - so why shouldn’t Stacey go on posing as his bride? Perhaps it wouldn’t have mattered so much if Stacey had not managed to fall in love with Harry - only to learn that his grandmother’s will was forcing him to spend the next three months with the glamorous Lisette Langloise....