My Big Fat Fake Marriage

Connie doesn’t believe nice guys exist. At least, that’s been her experience so far. So when Beck moves in down the hall from her apartment, she’s suspicious. Why is he always so cheerful, and why does he keep leaving baked goods in their shared hallway? Are the treats poisoned? Is he a serial killer?, Connie wonders. She’s sure that no one could be that nice without an ulterior motive. But she’s wrong. Burly, tall, incredibly well-mustachioed Beck is actually a sweet cinnamon roll of a man. He confesses to Connie that he told his coworkers that he’s married, and it’s getting difficult to keep up the lie. When a passive-aggressive colleague starts picking on Beck at a party, Connie is furious and comes to his rescue by claiming to be his wife, which complicates things even further when they have to keep up the pretense at a company retreat, surrounded by his coworkers—and there’s only one bed. Familiar tropes pull the protagonists together, and excellent writing makes them feel new and exciting.