Kyra Parsi

He’s the arrogant, grumpy billionaire bane of my existence... and now I’m his full-time, live-in dating coach.   I’ve never failed to match a client—until him. Jackson Sinclair has dragged me through eight months of matchmaking hell, and I have the carnage of broken hearts to prove it. But I refuse to get fired from my dream job because of some infuriatingly gorgeous billionaire and his absurd criteria for a wife.   The plan is simple. All I have to do is infiltrate his penthouse, pretend to be his blind date, and figure out what the actual f*ck his actual f*cking problem is. It’ll be fine. He doesn’t know what I look like.   Except I nearly drown in Satan-clair’s massive pool, he figures out who I am, and now I’m forcibly glued to his side for the next 30 days. It’s a nightmare, until it’s not. I hate him, until I discover everything he’s been hiding. We fight, until the tension boils over into sizzling temptation. Jackson Sinclair may not believe in soulmates, and he may not believe in love, but little does he know, he’s finally met his match… ✓ Enemies to lovers ✓ Matchmaker ✓ Forced proximity ✓ Opposites attract ✓ Three slow-burn peppers ✓ MMC obsessed ✓ Good girl

Ethan and I did not get off to a great start in our… well in anything, really. He thought I was a burglar who’d broken into his penthouse in the middle of the night, I thought he was a sexy serial killer who was there to scary-movie-murder me… you get it. And that was just the beginning. A teaser if you will. Because a mere seven hours later, the loon slipped an arm around my waist, looked me dead in the face, and called me “sweetheart” in front of his grandmother. With, like, no warning whatsoever. So obviously, when he made me the insane offer of five hundred thousand dollars just to hold his arm at a few family events and play pretend, I politely declined. Because I’ve always made really good, healthy life choices and have fantastic self-preservation instincts. Especially when it comes to suspiciously attractive, wealthy men I barely know making promises that are way too good to be true. Oh wait, no I don’t. And I definitely said yes. But it’s fine. I have this all under control. I’m going to be able to pay off my loans, pay back Peter and Jo, and everything is going to be just fine.