Dear #47, You’re the Worst
Juliet Monroe would rather drill her own root canal than fake an engagement to Hunter Huxley.
But when Seattle Havoc’s most notorious enforcer melts down one time too many, PR says the only way to save his career is to settle him down with a doting fiancée. Juliet, polished, ambitious, and in desperate need of a win, finds herself backed into a corner. Now she is trapped in Hunter’s luxury condo, wearing his ring, fielding the press, and fighting not to notice that under all the rage and muscle is a man who makes her heart race.
Hunter Huxley doesn’t trust easily. Not his team, not the media, and not the woman who is suddenly living in his space, taking over his kitchen, and looking far too good in his t-shirts. He swore this fake fiancée arrangement was just a contract. Except he cannot stop watching her. Teasing her. Wanting her.
He is supposed to be the mess she cleans up.
She is supposed to be untouchable.
Instead, the line between them keeps burning away, and one of them is going to get scorched.
Trope List
Fake fiancée
Enemies to lovers
Image rehab
Opposites attract
Forced proximity
He hates everyone but her
Grumpy x sunshine
Touch her and die / protective streak
Secretly soft hero
Found family
Forbidden workplace overlap