Romance

Dom and Clara's Fake Dating Story Fake dating my enemy so I can design my dream bakery should be easy … as long as I don't fall in love with him. Dominic Hardy might be an award-winning architectural engineer with fancy degrees and considerable accolades, but he doesn’t know a thing about baking. He doesn’t even like sugar. So when my late stepfather’s will states that Dominic Hardy is set to inherit the Pacific Coast Resort he’d painstakingly designed, as long as my bakery can be plopped in the middle of it, it’s no surprise he balks. Yet, my jaw drops when the will further requires us to mutually approve plans for my bakery’s design. His stuffy taste will never mix with my whimsical vibe. But then Dominic comes to me with a proposal I can’t refuse. He’ll give me everything I want in my bakery as long as I agree to one Fake date him for five months. Keep his ex away by pretending we’re in love. Smile and stare into his piercing green eyes at a gala or two. Maybe share a kiss. Nothing extreme. Five months of acting in love when I really loathe him and his filthy mouth. Even when he’s using it on me. This should be a cakewalk. Except there’s a fine line between love and loathing, and I think I’ve made the colossal mistake of blurring it.

I might be young, but I know what I want in life: to be a published author. I always said I'd do whatever it takes, but when my agent sets me up to ghostwrite for a well known "romance" author, I'm hesitant. Not just because he's way older than me. Not just because he's the biggest jerk I've ever met. Not just because he's crazy good looking (and he is.) But because I've read his books... all of them. When he finds out he asks me for my favorite scene. It's a dangerous road to go down, these kind of dirty talks, because we're about to spend a LOT of time together working alone in his penthouse. At the rate things are heating up, though, we might not get any work done at all.

"Don't worry. I can't get pregnant." Famous last words. I said them to a hot one-night stand during my divorce-cation, to reassure him when the condom broke. After all, one of the reasons my marriage ended is that I couldn't get pregnant, and my terrible ex blamed me for it. And now my doctor says I am pregnant. With triplets. I just have to find a way to tell the one-night stand he's going to be a dad... My Grumpy Billionaire is a laugh-out-loud swoonfest including a smoking hot masked hookup, a few silicone toys, and a peopling-averse hero you can’t help but love. It’s a stand-alone romance guaranteed to give you all the feels, along with the grand gestures and happy ending you crave.

I’d never swipe right for Logan Rich. I’d rather swipe him off a tall building. Nothing gives me the ick more than the name Logan Rich. The billionaire dating app addict is my brother’s best friend. He’s also a selfish man-child who single-handedly tore my life apart when I was a teenager. So, when my boss at the magazine I work for decides I am to travel Italy with him while he works on his evolutionary new bio-fuel engine, I consider quitting on the spot. The business world may see him as an expert in his field, but I’m not fooled. Logan Rich is as fake as the usernames on his precious dating app. One night on our trip I scream at him, telling him how much I hate him, then we almost break the hotel furniture as he makes me scream out his name on top of it. I don’t know how it happens, only that it must never happen again. But it does… Again and again. Day by day my resistance to him weakens. But I need to remember that Logan is the master of manipulating a situation to his advantage. I won’t let him tear me apart again. Anything that happens in Italy needs to stay in Italy. I came for one thing; to prove to my boss I deserve a promotion. Now I need to prove to myself that I can resist Mr. Rich.

“I want you to chase and….” It all began when I said this to my boyfriend. A little fantasy with him is all I wanted for Halloween. A way to spice up our relationship after being in a long-distance one for over a year. Except, it isn’t only him who heard my fantasy. It's the older version of him. His silver fox father. Our town’s honorable sheriff. Or not so honorable, considering the darker proclivities he’s been hiding all this time. Now, I’m his captive. The prize for my freedom is to become his. Author's Note: This is a dark, boyfriend's dad, low angst, HIGH heat Halloween novella. It is meant to be read as a palate cleanser. Please check the TWs listed inside the book or on the author's website.