Catie Bloom has it all.
A gorgeous husband, cooking skills to rival Julia Child, a wildly successful column for Simply Chic magazine, and The New York Times just labeled her the younger, hipper Martha Stewart for the next generation.
Except, it’s all a lie.
No husband. She can't cook. She can't even organize her underwear drawer.
It all comes to a head when Catie's boss invites a TV crew into her home to film a homecoming special featuring the latest media darling—panty-dropping Max Euston, a travel journalist whose latest assignment left him wounded, recovering from amnesia, and a national hero. Now Catie needs to learn to cook, fake being a Domestic Goddess, and find a husband in less than a week. And it all needs to seamlessly come together while being filmed on national TV.
A story about realizing who you are through self-deception, love, heartbreak, and, finally, self-discovery.
Heat shoots up my neck. “You volunteered to do this. I didn’t force you. And Natalie’s a big girl. Hell, this was her idea. And Patrick…well, you’re right about Patrick; he didn’t sign up for any of this. But he never told me to stop either.” I’m right in Sam’s face, unfaltering. “Who cares if I kiss Max? He wanted to kiss me. I mean, I know you play at liking me, but it’s always just been a game.”
Sam is fidgeting and avoiding my eyes. Suddenly he doesn’t look angry—he looks vulnerable. And scared.
Oh. My. God.
“You can’t like me,” I say in dismay.
He shoves past me.
“Even if you think you do, it’s a lie. You go out with a different woman every week. Every day! You’re a total player.”
Sam explodes. “Because I can’t have the one girl I really want! I know you think I’ve been asking you out for four years so I can tick off some notch on my belt, and I’ve let you think that. Because if you really knew…if you knew the truth…”
My hands are covering my gaping mouth.
“Please tell me this isn’t some ploy to get me to sleep with you,” I finally manage.
“Of course, I want to sleep with you! I’m in love with you!”