Surprised by Love

When my best friend Josie asked me to cover for her new job, I didn't hesitate. I'm nice like that. The plan: Meet the rich client. Take notes of their measurements and fashion tastes. Then hand over to Josie. Job done. But Josie didn't tell me the client is six-foot-four Hollywood hunk, Blaze Hopkins. My ultimate onscreen crush. I can't stop my face glowing red as I wrap the tape measure around his hot body. When he asks me questions, I reply with squeaks and giggles. Total fangirl move.

It's always been comfort over fashion for me. But when my boss dangles a carrot in the shape of my very own column, I will do whatever she wants. Even if it means I have to swap my leggings and Uggs for a tight dress and stilettos. She asks me to do a makeover photoshoot for the magazine I work for. The night before the shoot, I am saved from an awkward situation by some hot businessman who takes pity on me. Pity. Not exactly the romantic meet-cute that one might hope for.

My next door neighbor is a Tom Cruise doppelgänger but he has the manners of an imbecile. I’ve tried to be nice, but every time I offer him an olive branch, my efforts are met with contempt and a blank stare. What the heck is his problem? And why does my stomach do back flips whenever his eyes land on me? I shouldn’t care, but alas, I’m drawn to a dark, brooding man like a moth to an open flame. I must uncover his deepest secrets and fix him.