Why did I give my meddling grandmother a binder outlining my perfect male lead?
Probably because I want her to stop setting me up with losers. Certainly not because I plan to marry someone tall, blond, and wicked by the end of summer.
When a guy who meets all my standards shows up in town needing a place to stay, I regret having included forced proximity in my list of desired tropes.
Dominic might be perfect, regal, princely, and entrenched in secrets, but he’s also a stranger. So I do what any smart woman would when her grandmother tries to only one bed her with a Grecian god—I pawn him off on my brother…who lives down the street.
Unfortunately, one plot point leads to another, and against all better judgments, I find myself unwittingly playing lead in something I only probably asked for.
AKA: my very own love story.
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This is a forced proximity, secret identity romcom with plenty of sizzle, yet none of the spice. Fall in love with he falls first swoon as you return to the humorous world of Amarella, Georgia.
Genre: Romance
Probably because I want her to stop setting me up with losers. Certainly not because I plan to marry someone tall, blond, and wicked by the end of summer.
When a guy who meets all my standards shows up in town needing a place to stay, I regret having included forced proximity in my list of desired tropes.
Dominic might be perfect, regal, princely, and entrenched in secrets, but he’s also a stranger. So I do what any smart woman would when her grandmother tries to only one bed her with a Grecian god—I pawn him off on my brother…who lives down the street.
Unfortunately, one plot point leads to another, and against all better judgments, I find myself unwittingly playing lead in something I only probably asked for.
AKA: my very own love story.
~
This is a forced proximity, secret identity romcom with plenty of sizzle, yet none of the spice. Fall in love with he falls first swoon as you return to the humorous world of Amarella, Georgia.
Genre: Romance