My new neighbor is a jerk. Sure, he's the embodiment of tall, dark, and handsome. But he has managed to become enemy number one within the first forty-eight hours of moving into the apartment next door. I may have retaliated and escalated the situation. I'm not above being petty, and I'm determined to make him break first.
Until he sees my cheating ex-boyfriend giving me a hard time outside our building and steps in to help. If it weren't for the pictures in the press the next morning, I would've assumed his act of kindness was just a fever dream. But my face is everywhere-labeled as hockey star Trenton Ward's new girlfriend.
Now, my grumpy neighbor's agent wants to run with this story. Apparently, his image needs some sprucing. I agree under one circumstance: I get to use him for inspiration in the new romance book I'm working on.
I swear I meant it in the figurative sense when I signed the contract.
Trenton turns into my experimental guinea pig for all my spicy scenes. I may be fake dating one of the NHL's best goalies, but out of all the things we do, faking it is not one of them.