"Wedding planner Cassandra Benedict sells happily-ever-afters for a living. The last place she expects to be is walking down Dune Road in her wedding dress, carrying a broken heel and her beagle decked out in his own brides-man tutu. Yet here she is. Because the disgraced socialite's fiancâe jilted her at the altar in a swanky oceanfront mansion and she ran out leaving her cell, car keys, and her dog's leash behind. To top it all off, the whole humiliating experience was witnessed by the cráeme-de-la cráeme of New York's elite. Can her life get worse? Billionaire bad boy gossip publisher Andrew Steele sells celebrity news and pop culture via his hugely popular website. He also happens to be Cassandra's ex-boyfriend who had a press sized seat to her wedding catastrophe. When he finds Cassie on the side of Dune Road, he offers her a ride, and a new narrative other than that of the jilted wedding planner bride. Upping the ante, Andrew goes one step further, pitching a fake relationship that will be mutually beneficial. Being in such close proximity with her ex isn't easy. Cassandra holds a grudge a mile long, and her hatred for the paparazzi runs deep. Andrew is the king of the paparazzi. He's also sexy, charismatic, and their chemistry is off the charts. He's also oh, so convincing when he plays a seductive, attentive boyfriend. Then there are the glitzy parties they attend together, during which he rules the room and the rest of the paparazzi. Yep, this guy's got game. Was Andrew's intent truly selfish or has he been secretly pining for her all this time? How can he win her trust and heart?"--