I’d long ago stopped believing in fairy tales.
Then a grumpy man with a truck full of dogs pulled over for me in the rain and ruined all my carefully built rules.
I've spent years surviving, planning, and making sure nothing catches me off guard. Not storms. Not heartbreak. And definitely not my family's relentless matchmaking. But after one tiny lie about having a boyfriend spirals completely out of control, I find myself facing a problem I can't spreadsheet, organize, or escape.
Enter Jack Archer.
He's exactly the kind of man I usually avoid—broody, guarded, frustratingly attractive, and way too good at taking care of everyone but himself. He was only supposed to help me out one time. Instead, he agreed to be my pretend boyfriend, and suddenly we're spending far too much time together.
The trouble was, the more I discover the man beneath Jack's gruff exterior, the harder it became to remember none of this was real.
Because somewhere between the fake dates, stolen kisses, and the way he always shows up when I need him most, I'm starting to wonder if I've gotten this whole happily-ever-after thing wrong.
I know fairy tales don't exist.
The problem is, I’m falling for Jack Archer. And he’s making it awfully hard to remember why I stopped believing in them.
Genre: Romance
Then a grumpy man with a truck full of dogs pulled over for me in the rain and ruined all my carefully built rules.
I've spent years surviving, planning, and making sure nothing catches me off guard. Not storms. Not heartbreak. And definitely not my family's relentless matchmaking. But after one tiny lie about having a boyfriend spirals completely out of control, I find myself facing a problem I can't spreadsheet, organize, or escape.
Enter Jack Archer.
He's exactly the kind of man I usually avoid—broody, guarded, frustratingly attractive, and way too good at taking care of everyone but himself. He was only supposed to help me out one time. Instead, he agreed to be my pretend boyfriend, and suddenly we're spending far too much time together.
The trouble was, the more I discover the man beneath Jack's gruff exterior, the harder it became to remember none of this was real.
Because somewhere between the fake dates, stolen kisses, and the way he always shows up when I need him most, I'm starting to wonder if I've gotten this whole happily-ever-after thing wrong.
I know fairy tales don't exist.
The problem is, I’m falling for Jack Archer. And he’s making it awfully hard to remember why I stopped believing in them.
Genre: Romance
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