Hockey's most hated player just asked me to marry him. Connor Grace is the league's bad boy-and my best friend's worst enemy. He's the fallen prince of a famous hotel chain dynasty. Me? I'm the foster kid who grew up to be a librarian. I never thought I'd end up in a marriage of convenience to make someone's grandma happy, but here we are. I have no plans to kiss my husband for any reason other than show. I have no plans to fall in love with the arrogant man dressed in a custom suit hiding intricate tattoos. But when we're alone, he drops the mask he wears for the rest of the world. He holds me like he means it when he says I'm his. And I want to believe him.Too bad I learned early on that fairytales aren't real, and nothing good lasts forever.