Tori Shay

My name is Feodora, but everyone calls me Feya. Though, to be honest, I’m more of a hurricane than a delicate creature with wings. I run a popular blog, can’t stand stupid men, have a sharp tongue and even sharper opinions. And I absolutely hate it when someone tries to tell me where to go or how to behave. Then he shows up — arrogant, dangerously sexy, and infuriatingly bold. Hordiy Zaliznyak. A man who’s not used to hearing the word no. A man who, for some reason, has decided he wants me. He’s a sinner who always gets away with everything. I’m a fairy who knows how to hit below the belt… with words.It was supposed to be just a war of words. But it seems this sinner has made it his mission to tame the hurricane

Life has a twisted sense of humor. I loathe the actor I work for—arrogant, self-obsessed, shameless. The walking definition of everything I can’t stand. Yet fate’s cruel joke? I have to pretend to be his girlfriend to save him from scandalous rumors. I’d rather spend Christmas behind bars than next to him. My one rule: absolutely no kissing. The only perk? Watching him suffer from it. But with his relentless teasing and devilish smirks, I’m not sure how long I’ll last. If Daniyar thinks I’ll fall for his charm, he’s in for a rude awakening. This is war—and I play to win.