Ditched at the altar, hotshot lawyer Evander Westin flips custom the middle finger and takes the honeymoon alone. The vendetta against his father can resume after he spends two weeks relaxing on a private island paradise. Invited to an exclusive resort by the man of his dreams, ever-sensible bookworm Heath Lennox had plans of his own. Getting stood up and then having his smug entourage insist he take the trip anyway wasn’t among them. He caves to the pressure while refusing to enjoy it. It’s bristle-at-first sight when they meet in the not-so-friendly skies. Heath is a judgmental stick-in-the-mud, and Evan is everything he’s vowed to avoid—wealthy, brash, and most importantly, straight. Arrival at the resort reveals they have a bigger problem than each other: Solo is a no-go at this couples-only retreat. Agreeing to pose as newlyweds, they’re shocked when an actual friendship develops and stunned when a late-night baring of souls leads to a baring of… other things. Vengeance-obsessed rich boy Evan is the definition of red flag, and Heath isn’t giving his heart to another undependable man. No matter how gorgeous, sweet, or romantic… because everyone knows a vacation fantasy can’t survive in post-paradise reality. Even when it’s perfect.
