When I accepted the offer to work on a movie set, I had no idea I was agreeing to be the lead actor's fake girlfriend. If I'd known, there's no way I would've played along. Not after what he did to me.
To everyone else, Ian Brock is a Hollywood star. The life of the party. The guy next door with a smile to melt ice cream. To me, he's the ex who broke my heart.
But the years have done nothing to ruin how good-looking, charming, or funny he is. And the more we pretend to be a couple, the more obvious it becomes that our chemistry is back.
Then there's the kiss we share for the rest of the world—it makes me ache for more. Add a bottle of champagne and one stolen slow dance, and we're spilling our secrets . . . and losing our hearts.
Ian insists it's all for show. A way to get his co-star off his back and save his career. But that kiss felt a little too real. And as old wounds start to heal, I can't help but envision a future with him—one I've wanted since I was eighteen.
Can we finally ride off into the sunset, or is it all too good to be true?
Contains mature themes.
