ABOUT PUFFIN BAY

Heartbreak led me to Puffin Bay, searching for peace in a small, coastal town. Four years later, my bar is thriving and my next business is just what the town needs.

It doesn’t need Roman Tominey. Arrogant, city-boy, suit-wearing grump - he knows how to push every one of my buttons, and after an evening of bad decisions, he knows how to push that one too.

When Roman’s newly found teenage son joins him, Roman’s summer stay is extended. We spend the days arguing over a building project the local council insist we do together, and the evenings with him sneaking into my room.

Then Roman’s ideas for Puffin Bay’s development cause all out war between us.

Those sparks between us? They become weapons.

Only Roman doesn’t fire his. It seems he wants something more than another zero on the end of his bank balance and he might just discard his suit - and its buttons - to keep on pressing mine.

No bride expected to be steering a boat in her wedding dress, running away from the day she’d been planning for months.

But that was me.
I was that runaway bride.
In a boat that now had no fuel, stranded on a stretch of dangerous water, and my phone was now swimming with the fishes.

The man who rescued me lived in a lighthouse and was the strong and very silent type, who also happened to foster rescue cats. He was now part of the lifeboat crew and the opposite of the geeky boy he’d been in school. And I’d been the girl he’d secretly crushed on.

Thane didn’t want a relationship. He wanted a quiet life with no complications.
I wanted to get under another man to get over the one I’d left at the altar, then I wanted to get the rest of my life on track, back in my small-town home in Puffin Bay.

Neither of us expected the little twist that came our way.

The deal was simple… Pretend to be in a relationship without falling for each other. Only I’m not sure I can hold my end of the bargain.

I’m the sensible one out of my brothers. The reliable one. The one who doesn’t make hasty decisions. Or at least that was me until Ruby Murray turned up in my small town with her long legs and red lips, and a secret she needed me to help keep.

It should be straightforward – I pretend to be her boyfriend, and she shows my ex-girlfriend I’ve moved on. But this fake relationship feels too real for both of us.

She’s sure we’re just friends – but the benefits suggest it’s a whole lot more.

I’m sure that when she leaves town, she’ll be taking part of me with her.

Ruby thinks we can carry on pretending. She says that this is just a favour to help us both out.

I say a secret wedding proves otherwise. I just need to show her that she can trust me with more than a secret – that I can keep her heart safe as well.

Then hopefully, she’ll stay.