Fake fiancé? Easy. Fake feelings? Not so much.
Mia Jameson is no stranger to bad decisions. Blind dates, that fringe she thought would "frame her face", an unfortunate incident involving tequila and a karaoke machine—she’s done it all. But nothing, nothing, compares to the sheer idiocy of blurting out to her high school nemesis that she’s engaged.
To Austin Conall.
Her devastatingly handsome, ridiculously charming, pain in the rear of a neighbour.
Now, she has two options: confess that she made it all up and let Amber McVey gloat for eternity, or convince Austin to play along. Shockingly, he agrees. Even more shockingly, he’s really good at it. Too good. Suddenly, he’s brushing kisses against her temple like he means it, throwing out possessive little comments that make her stomach flip, and looking at her like she’s the only woman in the room.
It’s fake. Obviously.
But the lines soon start to blur, and the rules? Forgotten.
But it’s not real. It can’t be.
Because Austin Conall is a flight risk in human form—a massive playboy, untamed, unpredictable, and allergic to commitment. And Mia? Well, she’s spent years guarding her heart.
So why does it feel like this fake engagement might just ruin her for good?
And when it all ends . . . Mia’s not sure she’ll survive losing him for real.
Yeah. She’s in trouble.
