My new neighbor is an idiot. Sure, he's the epitome of darkness and beauty, with muscular thighs that look like he could crush a watermelon. But in the first forty-eight hours after moving into the next apartment, he managed to become enemy number one. Perhaps I took retaliatory measures and escalated the situation. I don’t like to waste time on trifles, and I was determined to make him break first. Until he sees how my cheating ex-boyfriend is pestering me near our house, and doesn’t come to my aid. If it weren't for the press photos the next morning, I would have thought the act of kindness was just a fever dream. But my face is everywhere - hockey star Trenton Ward's new girlfriend is in the photos. Now my grumpy neighbor's agent wants to run the story. Apparently, his image needs improvement. I agree on one condition: I can use him as inspiration for the new romance book I'm working on. I swear, when I signed the contract, I meant "him" in a figurative sense. But after several fake dates and a painfully sweet kiss, Trenton turns into a guinea pig for all the spicy scenes. I may be dating one of the best goalies in the NHL, but pretending isn't one of the things we do. Except falling in love wasn't in the fine print of the contract.