When my oh-so-handsome coffee shop regular turns out to be The Blade—the city’s most infamous vigilante—I do the most logical thing possible: appoint myself as his partner in crime-fighting.
Sure, Jax isn’t exactly thrilled. He’s the type who insists he doesn’t need a team, prefers to brood alone, and thinks opening up is a tactical error.
But guess who came up with the genius plan to pose as a couple to lure out a Valentine’s Day villain? Me.
And okay, maybe the dating ruse was a means to an end, but the more time I spend with Jax, the harder it is not to fall for this adorably stoic antihero.
I mean, come on. His love language is grumpy acts of service (like saving a life and then glaring about it), and he’d do anything to protect the people of this city—and me.
But even though he makes my heart race with just a look, he seems to be more interested in cleaning up the streets than kissing me for real.
It’s fine. I can do this.
I can work with The Blade without getting drawn in by Jax’s devastating good looks.
I can be the faithful sidekick and pretend I’m not wishing for so much more.
Right?
After all, I’m supposed to be helping him catch criminals, not feelings.
My Vigilante Valentine is a closed-door, grumpy/sunshine romcom. Perfect for fans of morally gray heroes with all the sizzle, and no spice.
