The man tried to explain boundaries to me.
On a date.
Like I didn’t invent the word nope.
So I curved him.
Mid-sip. Mid-sentence. Mid-life crisis.
And then the internet crowned me Queen of Boundaries and turned my night into a viral soundbite.
Now I’ve got strangers calling me a hero, haters calling me a menace, and my side hustle exploding into a full-blown brand: Boundary Bootcamp. Where I teach people how to stop dating losers and start protecting their peace.
It’s fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine
Until he walks into my class.
Under a fake name.
With the same smirk that launched a thousand fan edits.
Now I’m trying to run a business while ignoring the fact that:
1. His arms look illegal in a fitted tee.
2. He catches me every time I fall.
3. The tension between us? Not safe for work. Or feelings.
This was supposed to be professional.
He’s turning it into a slow-burn trainwreck I can’t look away from.
And if I’m not careful?
I won’t just break my own rules.
I’ll let him rewrite every damn one.
Read on for enemies-to-lovers chaos, a viral date gone wrong (or maybe so, so right), fake names, real tension, one grumpy ex-finance bro with a redemption arc, one no-nonsense queen who teaches boundaries but can’t seem to enforce them around him, and enough slow-burn moments to melt your phone screen. She told the world no. He showed up anyway. Now she’s one trust fall away from breaking all her rules. HEA guaranteed.
Genre: Romance
On a date.
Like I didn’t invent the word nope.
So I curved him.
Mid-sip. Mid-sentence. Mid-life crisis.
And then the internet crowned me Queen of Boundaries and turned my night into a viral soundbite.
Now I’ve got strangers calling me a hero, haters calling me a menace, and my side hustle exploding into a full-blown brand: Boundary Bootcamp. Where I teach people how to stop dating losers and start protecting their peace.
It’s fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine
Until he walks into my class.
Under a fake name.
With the same smirk that launched a thousand fan edits.
Now I’m trying to run a business while ignoring the fact that:
1. His arms look illegal in a fitted tee.
2. He catches me every time I fall.
3. The tension between us? Not safe for work. Or feelings.
This was supposed to be professional.
He’s turning it into a slow-burn trainwreck I can’t look away from.
And if I’m not careful?
I won’t just break my own rules.
I’ll let him rewrite every damn one.
Read on for enemies-to-lovers chaos, a viral date gone wrong (or maybe so, so right), fake names, real tension, one grumpy ex-finance bro with a redemption arc, one no-nonsense queen who teaches boundaries but can’t seem to enforce them around him, and enough slow-burn moments to melt your phone screen. She told the world no. He showed up anyway. Now she’s one trust fall away from breaking all her rules. HEA guaranteed.
Genre: Romance
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