Dr. Fake Fiance

<p><strong>What's a heartbroken American to do when she's in London trying to get over her ex? Find herself a fake fianc��. Obviously.<span>���</span></strong></p><p><br></p><p>I'm walking past Big Ben trying to get over the world's worst break up when I slam into a hot hunk of British man.</p><p><br></p><p>And pour scorching hot coffee all over him.</p><p><br></p><p>My caffeine casualty not only forgives me for ruining his shirt but when I ramble on about needing to distract the press from my recent heartbreak he agrees to be my pretend prince charming faster than you can say 'espresso'. </p><p><br></p><p>Our agreement is clear: nothing is real.</p><p><br></p><p>Except the more time we spend pretending to be a couple the harder it is to keep my side of the bargain. And his smoldering stare tells me he might be having the same problem.</p><p><br></p><p>And then we have a game night. Maybe it's naked Twister that pushes us over the edge.</p><p><br></p><p>I'm starting to think my fake fianc�� might be husband material. </p><p><br></p><p>For real.</p>