Give me a book boyfriend over a real guy any day
After the way my parents destroyed their marriage, I prefer my romance fictional—for myself, anyway. When my best friend, Miles, needs a date to an awards ceremony, Im more than willing to set him up. I’m his ideal matchmaker because I know the shy bookstore owner better than anyone, and Im completely impartial.
He agrees on one condition—if my setups don’t work out, I’ll be his date to the gala. No problem. Finding him the perfect match will be easy. He’s the kind of low-key hot cinnamon roll that makes bookish girls everywhere swoon. Who wouldn’t fall for Miles?
But I start to suspect he’s sabotaging his dates so I’ll have to go to the gala with him. And I might not be as eager to set him up as I thought I was.
Because it turns out, I’m not impartial at all. I’m very, very partial to Miles. Hes better than any imaginary book boyfriend I could dream up.
But if our not-so fictional romance falls apart? I’m not ready for the very real heartache.
