Book Club Boyfriend

She needs a fake boyfriend. He's the last man on earth she'd choose—which is exactly why she chooses him.

When Mallory's insufferable neighbor Leo agrees to pose as her devoted partner at her monthly book club, she tells herself it's purely strategic. The women in her group have been pitying her long enough, and Leo—annoyingly handsome, perpetually confident, and the source of every noise complaint she's filed in the past two years—owes her. Badly.

Leo has his own reasons for saying yes, and they have nothing to do with Mallory's sharp wit or the way she argues about fictional characters like they're personal enemies. Nothing at all.

But pretending is harder than either of them expected. Somewhere between debating plot holes over cheap wine and accidentally holding hands through a particularly devastating chapter, the line between performance and feeling starts to blur in ways neither of them is prepared for. Their arguments feel less like fighting and more like foreplay. Their silences feel less like tension and more like understanding.

The book club reads love stories every month. Mallory has always considered herself more of a realist.

Leo is starting to change her mind.

*Book Club Boyfriend* is a laugh-out-loud, slow-burn romance about two stubborn people who'd rather argue than admit the most inconvenient truth of their lives: they've already written their own love story. They just haven't reached the ending yet.