Ever stumbled into a job you’re totally not qualified to do then fallen––literally––head over heels for a client? Just me? Leila Scott When my best friend Josie asked me to cover for her new job, I didn’t hesitate. I’m nice like that. The plan: Meet the rich client. Take notes of their measurements and fashion tastes. Then hand over to Josie. Job done. But Josie didn’t tell me the client is six-foot-four Hollywood hunk, Blaze Hopkins. My ultimate onscreen crush. I can’t stop my face glowing red as I wrap the tape measure around his hot body. When he asks me questions, I reply with squeaks and giggles. Total fangirl move. But Blaze doesn’t know what a personal shopper does––or does NOT do––and he makes me an offer that makes my jaw drop and toes curl. Join him on his latest press tour. How can I pass up the opportunity to travel the world with this heartthrob? All I have to do is pretend I totally know what I’m doing––I don’t. Play it cool–I’m gonna fail that too. And most-importantly, do NOT fall for Blaze Hopkins. Let’s just face it. I’m doomed. The Terrible Personal Shopper is an opposites-attract, romantic comedy with witty humor and heart-fluttering romance. Author note: This is a steamy clean read. All of the sizzle with steamy kisses, but no sex or swearing.