Finally Moore
Holidays are already the worst.
But when the stepsister you vowed to never speak to again shows up with your ex draped on her arm and an engagement ring shining on her finger, things quickly go from bad to un-freaking-believable.
And drastic measures are called for.
Like pretending my best friend’s brother, who just so happened to walk through the door holding my missing kitty, is also my newly appointed fiancé.
He plays along—thank god—and I assure him the little white lie is harmless. Simple. That is, until I somehow end up sharing my tiny, one-person cottage with the good-looking coffeeshop owner.
No worries, I can handle this.
I mean, Scott Moore only has the most-penetrating green eyes, which are as addictive as the coffee he serves at his café, and lips so sinful they make me sweat despite the snow outside.
Soon, the lines between reality and fiction begin to blur and things between me and my off-limits, holiday hunk heat up like one of his freshly baked chocolate muffins.
I’ve always said that the only good men are fictional. So what do you do when you’re shacked up and sharing a bed with a walking, talking, real-life book boyfriend?
Be his good girl and enjoy the show.
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