French Martini by Mia Monroe

Maybe asking my burly golden retriever contractor to be my fake fiance was a bad idea. But as the saying goes, desperate times and all that.
Listen, getting married again sounds about as fun as a shopping spree in a dumpster, so dating is definitely off the table. I’ve resisted Oakley’s tempting presence, knowing it can only lead to trouble, and I don’t need any more of that. Despite the obvious attraction, we’ve managed to keep a platonic and professional distance.
That is until my Parisian past collides with my new, simpler world. My engaged ex is back and willing to do anything to humiliate me all over again. I can’t bear the thought of his gloating when I’m as unattached as they come. In my desperation, I do the only thing that makes sense- ask Oakley to pretend to be my fiance. It’s just one week of events and media to prove I’ve more than landed on my feet again. I’m thriving.
The only problem is that Oakley is a very good actor and really into his role as my amore. It feels good to be adored and the heated nights aren’t so bad either. When this is all over, I’m not sure how we’ll go back to what we were with the line between what’s real and what isn’t is so blurry, it’s impossible to see it. Until now, my life mirrored a bitter cocktail, sharp and biting, but Oakley makes me want to embrace a softer, sweeter taste, just like a French Martini. Could I finally have the life I always wanted with him? Am I brave enough to try?
If this goes south, I’m in big trouble. At the very least, my heart is.