Dahlia:
I can be many things (barista, karaoke legend, impromptu-actress, whatever), but a famous author I am not.
Which makes it even weirder when a guy named Bastian rushes into my coffee shop and wants me to pretend to be him, a famous romance author hidden under a female pen name.
Um, what?
No thanks.
Except . . . I can't deny something is charming about his brooding reclusiveness, or maybe that's just the sexy scent of smoke that follows him everywhere. My obsessive love of hashtags clearly annoys him, but it doesn't stop him from begging me for help either. This guy is desperate.
When everything goes up in flames, we're left to deal with the wreckage.
Together.
Bastian:
The last thing I want to do is ask for help, particularly from a dynamo like Dahlia. She has so much energy and I'm not sure what to do with it.
But I'm about to lose everything.
While the...