Cheryl's Book Nook

  I read the grumpy skeptic's fortune in the bottom of a coffee cup. The grounds say he'll find true love, but I tell him to expect a flirty fall fling … In my defense, he thinks I'm a fraud and made it clear he doesn't believe in l-o-v-e. I try to forget him, but he keeps appearing wherever I go. Then he offers me five grand per hour to break a family curse he swears is real. Considering I need the money to repair the roof of my haunted manor, I help him. Our sessions end before the autumn equinox, and instead of walking away he proposes a new deal: be each other's until Halloween. Against my better judgment, I agree, but with strict rules. Between sneaking around at the apple orchard and finding each other in the hay maze, I catch myself not wanting to keep him my dirty little secret. The town's meddling matchmakers don't know their beloved Jamie is Jameson Cross, a billionaire in hiding. Or that he's in my bed every night. When the paparazzi track hi...

  Tropes: 📚Workcation romance 📚Strangers to lovers 📚Forced Proximity 📚She’s his temporary tenant 📚Art imitates life 📚Small town 📚He falls first and hard 📚Mutual Pining 📚Mutual healing 📚They're both creatives 📚Spicy scenes 📚Stand alone 📚No 3rd act breakup I kiss and tell, then profit from it. He's the first man I want to keep off the page… My ex destroyed my life and my ability to write a single decent sentence. So I do what any desperate romance author with a contract on the line would do…take a workcation. I rent a bubble gum pink cottage in a touristy town and promise myself no distractions. Then I meet my temporary landlord. He has a jawline that belongs on a warning label and the kind of confidence that tells me he breaks hearts for a living. Each morning he makes me coffee and has me laughing. Every night I write scenes I swear aren't about him. Even though I know better. I’ve built my career writing about my relationships. Every man. Every crush. Every he...