A grumpy hockey player. A sunshine PR queen. One fake relationship to survive the off-season—and one summer that changes everything.

The first rule of hockey PR?

Never. Date. A. Player.

Which shouldn’t be a problem—Tate Foster is the least dateable guy on the team.

Logical. Bookish. Allergic to chaos.

He hates attention almost as much as he dislikes me, the team’s PR rep.

But when I rope him into a social media stunt to boost his image, the unthinkable happens: it works.

Suddenly, Tate—aka “Sheriff”—is looking like boyfriend material.

And those dimples he tries to hide?

Yeah…they’re messing with my professional objectivity.

Then my ex crashes my family reunion, and...

A grumpy hockey player. A sunshine PR queen. One fake relationship to survive the off-season—and one summer that changes everything.

The first rule of hockey PR?

Never. Date. A. Player.

Which shouldn’t be a problem—Tate Foster is the least dateable guy on the team.

Logical. Bookish. Allergic to chaos.

He hates attention almost as much as he dislikes me, the team’s PR rep.

But when I rope him into a social media stunt to boost his image, the unthinkable happens: it works.

Suddenly, Tate—aka “Sheriff”—is looking like boyfriend material.

And those dimples he tries to hide?

Yeah…they’re messing with my professional objectivity.

Then my ex crashes my family reunion, and I need a date—fast.

Tate offers to return the favor by pretending to be my boyfriend.

Just for the summer…until the family reunion ends.

Except now we’re sharing a sofa bed in a too-small cabin, fake flirting in front of my entire family, and winning the Family Olympics like our future depends on it.

The PR plan was simple.

The rules were clear.

So why am I the only one completely, hopelessly falling for the act?