I posted my secret on an anonymous app. He found it. Now he's at my dinner table.

My world ends at the tide line. His world begins there. We meet in the space between.

Every time you have sex, you lose a sense. He's lost three. I've lost one. And I want him anyway.

He's betting I'll fail. I inherited a ranch I can't run. Neither of us planned on wanting more.

I'm a maid who builds clockwork in secret. He's the duke buying my inventions.

To escape a cruel arranged mating, I begged him to pretend. He said yes.

I'm the commander. He's the enemy pilot I shot down. Now we're both stranded.

Half vampire, half human. Both worlds reject me. He should have me executed.

I've known how I would die for twenty-two years. The sea takes all brides.

Two rivals. One team. Zero chance of keeping it professional.