Fake Dating Romance Books Novels & Stories

My hand reached out almost automatically and I picked up a worn paperback titled “Beneath the Wolf Moon.” A wolf-themed romance. Go figure. “You are going for those cheesy ones,” Emma teased from a nearby shelf. “They’re comforting,” I replied, hugging the book to my chest. “You always know who ends up together, no one actually gets punched in the face, and the girl doesn’t have to decide between two emotionally unstable guys.” She snorted. “Wish real life worked like that.” “Same.”

But Arabella’s heart had already begun beating far too quickly. A breeze moved softly through the marketplace between them. Neither spoke for several moments. Then Edwin finally gestured toward the bookstore. “Do you enjoy reading?” “Yes.” “What sort of books?” Arabella hesitated. “Poetry mostly.” One dark brow lifted slightly. “Romantic poetry?” Her cheeks warmed instantly. “Sometimes.” Edwin looked dangerously amused again. “You continue to surprise me, Lady Arabella.” “And you continue mocking me.” “Only because you blush so beautifully.” The words escaped him so naturally that both of them froze afterward.

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

Yeah, I could do that. Right? “These seem... reasonable,” I said, handing the phone back. “Though rule four might be optimistic.” “How so?” “Fake dating is a romance novel trope for a reason.” I shrugged. “People catch feelings. It usually gets messy.” His gaze dropped to my mouth. “Then we’ll be careful. We are both adults. We can handle this professionally.” Professionally. Sure. Because this was a business arrangement. Nothing more. So why did that thought make my chest ache?

Maddie doesn’t ease into it. “You’re going to pretend to date him.” I stare at her. I blink once. Then again. “Say that again,” I say. She doesn’t smile. That’s how I know she’s serious. “You’re going to pretend to date Alex Kane.” I laugh. It comes out wrong. Too loud. Too sharp. “No,” I say. “Absolutely not.” Maddie crosses her arms. “Hear me out.” “I don’t need to hear anything,” I snapped. “I just got dumped. Publicly humiliated. Emotionally wrecked. I’m not signing up to play a girlfriend for a famous man.”

"Natalia..." "Absolutely not." I set the mug down. "You want me to work for Roman Volkov. Roman Volkov, who I met approximately..." I think about the bar. The hotel room. The foam slippers. The vomiting. "Who I have a complicated history with. Who I have known for less than forty eight hours. You want me to be his assistant." "You have a degree in accounting..." "That is not the point..." "You need income..." "There are other ways to get income..."

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This was the first time in my entire twenty years of life that I had ever kissed a guy, let alone attempted to be intimate with one. His silver-gray eyes darkened into something terrifyingly intense, swirling with a dangerous emotion I couldn't read. “You don’t know what you are doing, little Kitty,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, warning growl that vibrated straight through my bones. “I will give you the one hundred thousand dollars you asked for. Just give me the details.” “No! I need you to make love to me.” I screamed, a sob tearing through my throat. Yanking my hands out of his grip with a sudden burst of frantic strength, I threw myself forward again, recklessly crushing my

she paused, choosing, “distance.” “Vanessa.” “Let me finish.” She said it gently. “I’m not doing this to make you feel guilty. I’m doing it because I’ve been talking to my therapist in Rome and she’s irritatingly good at her job and she’s asked me to be honest with myself about what I’ve been calling our relationship versus what it actually was.” I sat with that. “What does she say it was,” I said.