He's my best friend's older brother and the bane of my existence. He’s also my fake boyfriend for the next week... I know that I should just tell my ex to F-off when he announces to our entire hometown that he intends to get me back. But then I’m given the option to make him miserable instead… Yeah, I definitely go with door number two. Even though it means fake dating my arch-nemesis. Jefferson Riley is my best friend’s older brother and the most annoying person I know. But he’s also my ex’s biggest adversary. Being happily in love with Jefferson will be the perfect way to torture the man who was absolutely horrible to me. And Jefferson agrees. In fact, it’s his idea. Besides, it’s only for a week. So, we’ll enjoy watching the creep seethe, and then we’ll part ways and keep living our lives as enemies. As always. At least, that’s the plan. Until Jefferson starts cooking for me. And taking his shirt off. And fostering cats. And kissing me. And talking dirty. And proving that he really understands and supports me. The jerk. When this is over, he’s going to leave me with a bunch of mixed-up feelings, isn’t he? Like maybe actually liking him. And maybe wanting even more from my biggest rival. Something very much...not fake.

Keeping their hands off each other was never part of the plan… but neither was falling this hard. Rescuing Mia Hansen from the middle of a field during a storm is my job. I’m a conservation officer, not a hero. And definitely not a guy who goes looking for trouble. At least not anymore. I have a past, but I’m a rule-follower now. And I especially don’t need the kind of trouble that comes with a sweet smile, killer curves, and a library card. But Mia is definitely going to be a problem for me. The irresistible, late-night-fantasy kind. Because she’s also the daughter of the only man in this town I don’t like and can’t trust. Getting involved with her would be a mistake. A reckless, hot, completely unforgettable mistake. She keeps finding reasons for us to bump into each other. And I keep letting it happen. Call me what you want—but when she’s grinning like she knows exactly how to unravel me, I’m not walking away. Now we’re sneaking around like we’re starring in her dirty fanfic—which, of course, I read. Multiple times. We said this would be short-term. Just fun. No strings. But Mia’s wiggled her way past my defenses, and I’m starting to think the biggest danger isn’t her dad finding out… It’s falling for the one woman I should have stayed away from.