What's a heartbroken American to do when she's in London trying to get over her ex? Find herself a fake fiancé. Obviously.¿ I'm walking past Big Ben, trying to get over the world's worst break up, when I slam into a hot hunk of British man. And pour scorching hot coffee all over him. My caffeine casualty not only forgives me for ruining his shirt, but when I ramble on about needing to distract the press from my recent heartbreak, he agrees to be my pretend prince charming faster than you can say 'espresso'. Our agreement is clear: nothing is real. Except the more time we spend pretending to be a couple, the harder it is to keep my side of the bargain. And his smoldering stare tells me he might be having the same problem. And then we have a game night. Maybe it's naked Twister that pushes us over the edge. I'm starting to think my fake fiancé might be husband material. For real.
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I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby's house I was one of the few guests who had actually been invited. People were not invited — they went there. After the war, the mysterious Jay...
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