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No woman wants a pity proposal. Just because I’m turning forty, dealing with perimenopause, and recently dumped another loser doesn’t mean I need rescuing—especially not by my best friend. But when Dallas Gamble blurts out that we’re engaged in a very public attempt at protecting me, there’s not much I can do but play along. Bless his dumb, beautiful heart. The man has always been impulsive. Protective. Flirty. And able to fill out a pair of Levi’s like nobody’s business. In no time at all, he slides a ring on my finger, moves me into his house, and swears it’s no big deal.

Give me a problem and I'll fix it. That's what I do. The trick is remaining calm and preparing oneself for any eventuality. But even I failed to anticipate my former boss, Malcolm, crossing an ocean to bribe me for my help. He insists I'm the only one who can fix his problem, but I had an excellent reason for leaving that job in the first place and putting an ocean between us. Its hard to keep the big picture in mind when you're secretly in love with your boss. And even harder when he's about to be crowned a king.

En débarquant dans la nouvelle vie de Cecelia, Tobias lui fait le serment qu'il va la reconquérir. Le combat n'est pas gagné : en dépit de la furieuse attirance qu'elle éprouve pour lui, la jeune femme n'est pas disposée à lui ouvrir les bras et à lui confier de nouveau son cœur. S'il veut avoir une chance, Tobias doit museler son instinct de contrôle et cesser ses dissimulations. Lui qui a toujours vécu dans le culte du secret va peu à peu se dévoiler, livrant même à Cecelia des clés sur son passé et sur leur relation.

ANDIE: Love is fake and so are most people. That’s why I prefer to keep it real by speaking my mind, using posers for my own devices, and protecting what’s mine. So when Ponch Amante swaggers up to my front door with his smirky face and annoying charm, all I see is a solution to a problem. If he agrees to be my fake boyfriend, I can get out from under my parents’ blackmail scheme to pair me up with one of their sanctimonious Ivy League spawns of Satan. Anything would be preferable to that—even putting up with Ponch for a few days. I, of all people, can resist a guy like him, right?