From Best Friend To Fiancé

“You have no idea what you’ve done to me. I’ve been replaying every sound you made, every way you came apart for me.” His grip tightened. “I’m not letting that go. I’m not letting you go. Fuck the friendship. I want you.”

I let out a little gasp. His thumb rubbed across my lower lip.

“I don’t just want to fuck you—I want to keep you. You’re my favorite sin, and I’ll commit it again and again until you understand you’re mine.” His lips twitched a little. “You’ve always been mine, Savannah.”

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Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong?

Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer—until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken… and now belongs to her sister.

A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor.

To survive it, Savannah brings a date—her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who’s always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy.

Until fake kisses start to feel real.

Now Savannah’s torn between keeping up the act… or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.

You’re Marrying My Ex?

: You're Marrying My Ex?

“I'm getting married!”

I blinked. “Huh? You were dating?”

“Of course I was, dummy. You know I love being in love.” My sister, Chloe laughed.

She was glowing. That was the first red flag.

“Is it to the guy named Zane with a silent G? The one you met at the three-month yoga retreat in LA?”

“Ew no. Zane was an asshole.” She snapped.

“Umm, congrats I guess… but who's the lucky guy?” Unlucky, if I was free to be honest.

Chloe held out a crisp, green and cream-colored envelope with silver calligraphy.

I took the wedding invitation and unfolded it, dread already settling in at the back of my head.

“You are cordially invited to the wedding of Chloe Hart and Dean Archer.”

My heart didn’t just sink, it free-fell through my stomach and straight out my body.

“Dean Archer,” I said slowly. “My Dean?”

Chloe swiftly snatched her wedding invite from my trembling fingers. “MY Dean,” Chloe chirped. “Isn’t it crazy? It all just… clicked. He came back to New Hope last Christmas, we reconnected, and—boom. Instant.”

I stared at my sister like she was speaking in tongues.

Dean Archer was my college ex. The one who left me without a real explanation. Dumped me via text on my birthday.

The ex I never got over.

The one who knew all the right buttons to push and disappeared just when I’d started to believe in him.

“You're marrying my ex?”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Your ex? Was that actually a relationship? That old fling? C'mon sis.”

My mouth went dry.

Chloe