NATIONAL BESTSELLER • What's a girl to do when the star of the hockey team crash lands in her backyard after a prank gone wrong? Help him cover up the evidence...in exchange for him posing as the perfect prom date, of course. Get ready to swoon with this hilarious YA rom-com debut from the USA Today bestselling author Sara Ney! "A sweet escape...plus, there’s hockey!" —Lauren Blakely, #1 New York Times bestselling author Harper Conrad figures when opportunity knocks, smart girls listen. Which is why when she catches high school hockey star Easton Westermann in her backyard after stealing their rival school’s mascot, she knows exactly what to do. The deal is simple: In exchange for Harper’s silence, Easton will be her date to their upcoming prom. It’s the perfect bargain . . . but what happens when what starts as a business transaction begins to feel all too real? You know how the saying goes: If you like someone, set them free. If they come back to you, they were meant to be your prom date. Or something like that. "A dreamy romp full of romantic swoon, charming sweetness, and heartwarming laughs that feels like falling in love for the first time!" — Veronica Eden, USA Today bestselling author "A sweet escape filled with anticipation and all the excitement of a school crush, wrapped up in a heartfelt, feel-good love story—plus, there’s hockey!" — Lauren Blakely, #1 New York Times bestselling author “A swoony, laugh-out-loud throwback to hallway crushes and prom-night magic—this one made me feel sixteen again in the best way.” — Kandi Steiner, USA Today bestselling author “Smart banter, big feelings, and standout sports romance—Sara Ney doesn’t miss.” — Sarina Bowen, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author “Such a fun YA romance! Fake dating is my fave trope and Sara Ney absolutely delivered!” — New York Times bestselling author Monica Murphy “Can a book be any cuter? I think not…” — Adriana Locke USA Today Bestselling Author “Sara Ney writes sports rom-coms that score every time—funny, steamy, and impossible to put down.”— Maren Moore, USA Today Bestselling Author "A satisfying dual-perspective YA story that would make an excellent recommendation for fans of sweet romances like Jenny Han’s To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before ." — School Library Journal Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced lattes, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British. Chapter 1 Easton Three days earlier . . . “We dare you to ask Maddie Miller on a date.” I stare at my three friends, my hands gripping the sandwich on my lunch tray. They dare me? To ask Maddie Miller on a date. As if I would ever do that, in a million years. Maddie. Miller. My dream girl. My eyes slide across the courtyard to the table where she sits, basking in the limelight, surrounded by her friends. Long blond hair. Bronze skin. Short jean shorts and a crop top, despite the cooler temperatures. Maddie and her friends sit—untouchable—holding court while the students surrounding them eat lunch. Maddie ignores everyone, phone in her face, and I can see that she’s taking selfies or making a video to post on social media, not eating lunch. She has a cute lavender lunch bag in front of her. I swallow, shaking my head slowly. No. It’s never going to happen. I’ve had a crush on Maddie Miller since seventh grade—she might not be the nicest girl at school, but she’s one of the most popular. They want me to ask her on a date? Have my friends lost their damn minds? I sigh loudly, chewing my dry ham sandwich. It tastes like sandpaper and I pick up my carton of milk to force the wad of bread down my throat, which is suddenly an impossible task. Ask Maddie Miller on a date. Even if I wanted to ask her out—I would have to have the cojones to do it. And if that were the case, I would have done it months ago. I wouldn’t be sitting at a lunch table surrounded by the idiots daring me to do it. I would be eating with her. Over there. “What are you, five? No one dares me to do anything,” I boast with confidence. The idea of this particular dare has my nut sack shriveling three sizes and has REJECTION written all over it in fat neon letters. My buddies might as well take a Sharpie to my forehead and write LOSER there for Maddie to see. Not that I’m an actual loser. As a left winger for the school’s hockey team, I’m no schlub. And all I have to do during the school year is keep my average from falling below a C—and “not do anything stupid that might fuck up my chances at getting recruited by a D1 college.” That is a literal quote from my father. Or get injured. But let’s get real here: Maddie isn’t interested in a guy who gets his