I guess I’m a mother now? What do you do when your next-door neighbor’s daughter, who you probably shouldn’t be talking to about your fantasy romance books, hands you a guide and asks you to marry her father? Apparently, social disaster that you are, you do it. If I told little me that I was going to grow up and get marriage-of-convenienced to someone who can’t even make eye contact with me, I probably would have been all for it. Honestly. Let’s just say the book trope addiction started young and hasn’t stopped yet. As a quiet indie author, I have one online friend and my nine-year-old next-door neighbor buddy. My trust issues, fear of rejection, less-than-optimal childhood, and pitiful communication skills do not leave me with the best toolbox when it comes to becoming a fake wife or mother in order to keep my little buddy safe. But, hey, like most of the main characters I write about, you do what you have to for the people you care for. Let this story begin.