Start this sweet new YA romcom series with a short, standalone story about a football star and a shy photographer who have one last shot at first love... With one week left until Jackson and Ruby leave for college, time is running out for them to tell each other the truth about their feelings. There's only one problem. Jackson thinks Ruby hates him, and Ruby's convinced Jackson doesn't know she exists. But when a kids' princess-themed birthday party brings them together, they have one last shot to make this right. And really, what better place to find love than in a bouncy castle?

Play the part. Win the guy. Be back in time for homecoming. I've been banished to hell. Well, my aunt's small town in the middle of nowhere might as well be hell. There's nothing to do, the people are lame, and the only part-time job my aunt can find for me is with the Princess Troupe—a company that hires girls like me to play the part of beloved princesses and children's book characters for spoiled brats' birthday parties. They've cast me as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. Oh joy. The worst part of all? My parents sent me away 'for my own good' right when I'd finally scored a date to the dance with my dream guy. But I'm not about to let that stand. I'll follow that stupid yellow brick road right home in time for homecoming. The plan is simple. Earn some cash and convince the school's bad boy loner that he wants to give me a ride....thousands of miles away. Yeah, it's a big ask. Especially since it's hate at first sight for both of us. But trust me. I got this. I've been playing people for years. If I can play Dorothy from Kansas for a bunch of little twerps, I can absolutely convince Flynn that I'm his dream girl. It's all one big act. Or at least it is...until it isn't.

This Tinkerbell is finally in with The Lost Boys. Seriously, she's the new lead singer for their band. But the guitarist she's crushing on only sees her as a cute little mascot. And the guy who's crushing on her? She doesn't see him at all. I blame my car. If the stupid old clunker hadn't broken down, I would have had time to go home and change before auditioning for lead singer of my crush's band. Instead, I showed up in a Tinkerbell costume. Awesome. Now I'm not so much the hot rocker chick as I am that weird fairy girl, but whatever. I mean, I got the gig, that's what counts. And I owe it all to Maverick. If the newest member of the Princess Troupe hadn't stopped and played a real life prince by rescuing me and giving me a ride, I never would have gotten to the audition at all. Maverick even goes so far as to stick around and give me a ride home afterward, which is really going above and beyond for a new work friend. But when he tries to kiss me at the end of the night? Friends, we've officially entered never-never land. This can't be real. We live in two different worlds. Someone needs to tell Maverick that star football players don't go for girls like me. He says he's cool with being friends first, so yeah...okay. Friends I can do. Besides, it looks like I'm gonna need all the friends I can get as I prove to my new band that I'm not some kid who likes to play dress up. I'm a grown up. Mostly. Just...don't challenge me to a game of Never Have I Ever.

This Ice Queen doesn't need saving. But try telling that to the Prom King. I don't do the whole damsel-in-distress routine and I never will. I never asked Leo Barons to come to my rescue that night. But he did. So now I guess I owe the smug, arrogant prince. Okay, so he's not a real prince, but as the grandson to our town's wealthiest tycoon, he's the closest thing we have to one. And me? I'm no princess. I don't even play one on TV. Some might say Leo's saving my hide and taking the blame for my mistake was...nice. I guess. But being indebted to the entitled, soon-to-be prom king is exactly where I don't want to be. Now Leo's being unfairly punished and there's really nothing for me to do but come to his rescue in return. I may not need a Prince Charming, but I make an awfully good white knight. I can convince his family that I'm the good influence he's always needed. That his feelings for me have led to his redemption. And I can even say all that with a straight face. After all, I didn't spend all these years perfecting my ice queen routine just to melt under a little heat from his family. But when Leo looks at me like I might be the queen to his king... When he holds me in his arms and the pretend kisses turn oh so real... Well, maybe there is a heart somewhere under all that ice. Maybe. Or maybe we're both just playing pretend.