Juniper I came to Comic Con for one weekend away from real life. I did not come to kiss Captain America.
When the guy who won’t take a hint corners me outside a panel, kissing the nearest six-foot superhero seems like a perfectly reasonable escape plan. Especially when he kisses me back.
Behind the costume, Leo is funny, sweet, ridiculously hot, and frankly, everything I’ve ever wanted in a man.
He buys me late-night pizza, debates fantasy movies with me, and makes me forget we’re supposed to be strangers. There’s just one problem. Leo might be hiding something.
And the more I fall for him, the harder it becomes to decide what’s worse—being lied to or realizing I don’t care nearly as much as I should.
Leo Comic Con is the one place I get to be nobody. No family name. No expectations. No people seeing my bank account before they see me.
Then an elf princess crashes into my arms and kisses me breathless. Juniper is voluptuous, hilarious, and completely unimpressed by everything that usually matters.
For the first time in years, I want someone to know me—not my last name. But every stolen kiss and midnight conversation makes the truth harder to tell.
Because eventually she’ll discover who I really am.
And when the big reveal happens, I don’t know what scares me more—losing the woman who’s become everything or discovering she only wanted the man in the costume.
