The Hating Game meets a much hotter Morning Glory—if the grumpy media exec was her brother’s best friend, and this time they actually kissed. Liam Lockhart is my brother’s best friend, a decade older, and the kind of mistake I swore I’d never make twice. Two years ago, we kissed—hard, hot, unforgettable—until he shoved me away like I was a mistake he couldn’t afford. Message received. So I did what any heartbroken writer would I turned him into the villain of my webcomic. Broody, smug, infuriating—and totally based on Liam. I thought I was subtle. I wasn’t. Now, thanks to a twist of fate (and my brother’s injury), Liam’s offering me the job of a head writer on a hit show for his streaming platform. The catch? Working with him every day—while he pretends he hasn’t bonded with the stray mutt now following him everywhere—and trying not to strangle (or kiss) each other. I should say no. I should remember how it felt when he ghosted me. But this is my dream job. And staying professional is the plan. Right up until his lips crash into mine again. We can keep it casual. We can keep it quiet. As long as my brother never finds out. As long as we don’t catch feelings. As long as I don’t do something truly stupid—like falling for my brother’s best friend. Kissing Liam the first time was a mistake. Doing it again? A disaster waiting to happen.

The Hating Game meets Anyone But You—but she’s a costume designer, he’s Hollywood’s hottest problem, and one dropped cufflink launches them into a fake engagement with real feelings and zero escape plan. Yay, I’m engaged… to the biggest jerk in Hollywood. If Finn Lockhart ever wrote an AITA post, the answer would be a unanimous yes. Why am I engaged to someone I can’t stand? Funny story. I work for Finn—costume designer on his latest movie. One day on set, I dropped a box of cufflinks. Finn kneeled down to help. The paparazzi snapped a photo. Voilà—engagement. The fake news goes viral. Suddenly, Hollywood’s most notorious (and hottest) bachelor is off the market. And his PR team? Obsessed. Finn’s stressed about the film, and I’m not one to ruin a good production. So, I play along. I move into his absurdly luxurious penthouse where his cat gives me side-eye from a marble windowsill. Clearly, brooding disdain runs in the family. But I know how this story goes. Men like Finn don’t fall in love. Especially not with women like me. Then his lips crash onto mine. And suddenly, pretending is the most dangerous thing I’ve ever done.

Connor Lockhart is gorgeous, grumpy, and about as charming as a brick wall. He’s also—plot twist—my new boss. Our first meeting? A total disaster. I’m late for a major panel at a gaming convention, standing in line for a burrito, and the guy in front of me is treating the menu like it’s a gourmet tasting. I ask if I can cut. He says no—like I asked for his social security number. I may or may not have dumped super spicy salsa all over his precious order. Fast that burrito snob? Now signs my paychecks. At the company of my dreams. Dream job. Nightmare boss. He’s impossible—cold, cranky, allergic to small talk. Smiling seems physically painful for him. Sure, he’s got that jaw-dropping face. And when the smile does show up? Swoon. But there’s something else—something under all that grump that’s way too easy to like. When his nine-year-old daughter starts feuding with my nine-year-old half-sister, we’re forced into a truce. Then a kiss. Then… way too many feelings. I don’t want to fall for my grumpy boss. I just want to get him out of my system. Too bad my heart has other plans.