Ella: I always pictured my brother's best friend to be impressive–after all, he's a military helicopter pilot whose job is to save people. Then he appears in front of me and my assumptions fly out of the window. Tattoos on muscles. Grey eyes and a sexy smirk. A Scottish accent to die for. And what's more? He's here to rescue me from my uncle's clutches. My poor sheltered heart stands no chance. Gordain: At eighteen, there's no way this lass is right for me. She's my best friend's sister and five years younger than me. But she's gorgeous. Confident. A musician who plays a violin like it's a part of her. I've been shot down in a war zone but nothing makes my heart beat so fast as Ella. Then she gets the news that in order to inherit, she needs to be wed. How can I fake-marry someone I truly care about?