Young PR star Rose Reed is thrown into the big leagues when her boss leaves town the day of the firm's meeting with Archie Fox, a young, hot, internationally famous British singer-songwriter. The meeting is going badly until Rose suggests a staged romance with up-and-coming, young indie star Raya. He'll do it, but only if Rose becomes his publicist.
As the faux-mance between Archie and Raya begins to rehabilitate Archie's faltering career, Rose finds his herself having unexpected, inconvenient and definitely unprofessional feelings for the crooner. But do late night texts and impromptu burrito binges mean he feels the same? In the end, Rose will have to decide whether to let her fantasy crush go, or to risk her reputation to be with the charming, handsome, scoundrel-y but sweet pop star she's grown to love.
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I hopped back into bed, took another sip of wine, reopened my laptop, and navigated to Facebook. Not much was happen‑ ing on my newsfeed save a few bar photos automatically added from Instagram, and some quiz results from high school class‑ mates I was friends with. A picture of my college roommate’s three‑month‑old baby popped up, and I made a mental note to call her and check in—something the three‑hour coast‑to‑coast time difference made it all too easy to argue was best saved for another day; to promise myself I’d do the next evening I had free time. But the newsfeed wasn’t what I was after. Either I was going to find a reason to like him more, and then be annoyed that he’d ruined everything by being such a jerk; or I’d find a reason to like him less, and then be annoyed I’d wasted any time on him at all. It was a risk‑free endeavor. I clicked onto the search bar.
Neil… Wait, I realized. Did I not know Neil’s last name? I grabbed my phone and opened our text conversation: just Neil. I dug the card out of my purse; no luck there. I laughed. All of this nonsense over a guy I couldn’t even pick out on Facebook— though I was getting tipsy enough to try. What else was I doing? I switched back to the search bar and leaned against my pillows.