by Theresa Leigh (aka Vivian Lux)
Cooper Grant is not my type. Yes, he’s drool-worthy, with that glint in his blue eyes and the jaw-dropping way he fills out his jeans. Yes, other women might fall all over themselves for a glimpse of his slow, crooked smile. I’m not other women.
He hates me. And the feeling is mutual.
In a town as small as ours, it’s pretty hard to avoid him...and it’s completely impossible once I wake up in a hospital bed to find Cooper pacing the floor of my room.
He’s rumpled. He’s frantic. And he’s swearing I’m his fiancee.
What the hell?
I hate him, but he saved my life. So when he asks me to lie and pretend we’re engaged, I have no choice but to play along. One moment we’re fighting like usual, the next moment he’s kissing me and slipping a gorgeous ring onto my finger. It’s enough to give me whiplash… again.
And maybe it’s the bump on my head, but it’s getting pretty easy to pretend I’m in love with him.