"Why, yes I'm engaged!"But once I say it to a potential client, there's only one logical thing to do -- cast the role of my fake fiancé.Easy enough. As a casting director, my job is to find the most talented players for every part, so I choose dreamy, edgy, sexy, sarcastic Reeve.And I sign him up for one week in the role of mine.It's not as if I'll fall for him in five nights even if we get a little cozy one night at theater. It's not as if I'll want more even after a scorching afternoon in the stacks of the New York Public Library.

I can't let myself fall because on Friday at midnight the curtain drops on our fake romance . . .
The Pretending Plot is a reimagining of the 2013 story Pretending He's Mine (no longer available for sale). The Pretending Plot has been rewritten in first person and expanded from a novella to novel length! Caught Up in Love: The Swoony New Reboot of the Contemporary Romance Series1: The Pretending Plot (previously called Pretending He's Mine)2: The Dating Proposal3: The Second Chance Plan (previously called Caught Up In Us)4: The Private Rehearsal (previously called Playing With Her Heart)

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