The plan was simple: be impossible to love. Bennett Mars didn't get the memo.
I'm the listicle girl. The one who gets "Ten Signs He's Just Not That Into You," never the story that matters. So when a drunk application to a viral matchmaking scheme comes back a match, I pitch the only angle my boss will buy: drive to Marswood Harbor, get engaged, and be such a bridezilla that the groom runs screaming. Write it up. Earn my way out.
He was supposed to last three days.
Bennett Mars—dimples, curls, youngest brother with everything to prove—is not running. I demand a 350-guest wedding; he books the venue. I pick a medieval theme; he shows up in leather pants with a tankard of mead and tells me he'd wear a suit of armor if that's what it takes.
He learns my coffee order before I say it out loud. He looks at me like the too-much, too-sharp version of me is the whole point.
The banter comes fast. The sparks come faster. And the line between the story and my life is getting dangerously thin.
Now the wedding is two weeks out, the article's already sold, and I'm about to lose the only thing I came here for...or the only man who ever chose me for exactly who I am.
Marriage of convenience · forced proximity · he falls first · small-town · guaranteed HEA
Genre: Romance
I'm the listicle girl. The one who gets "Ten Signs He's Just Not That Into You," never the story that matters. So when a drunk application to a viral matchmaking scheme comes back a match, I pitch the only angle my boss will buy: drive to Marswood Harbor, get engaged, and be such a bridezilla that the groom runs screaming. Write it up. Earn my way out.
He was supposed to last three days.
Bennett Mars—dimples, curls, youngest brother with everything to prove—is not running. I demand a 350-guest wedding; he books the venue. I pick a medieval theme; he shows up in leather pants with a tankard of mead and tells me he'd wear a suit of armor if that's what it takes.
He learns my coffee order before I say it out loud. He looks at me like the too-much, too-sharp version of me is the whole point.
The banter comes fast. The sparks come faster. And the line between the story and my life is getting dangerously thin.
Now the wedding is two weeks out, the article's already sold, and I'm about to lose the only thing I came here for...or the only man who ever chose me for exactly who I am.
Marriage of convenience · forced proximity · he falls first · small-town · guaranteed HEA
Genre: Romance
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