A millionaire and a house cleaner are a match maid in heaven in this sparkling new romantic comedy by Lynn Painter, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Happily Never After. As a professional cleaner, Abi Mariano never thought her apartment would have any sort of infestation, but because of a building-wide outbreak, she now needs somewhere to stay for a week. As a part-time student with two jobs, she doesn’t have many options. Then the solution presents itself: the owner of the penthouse she cleans is out of town for the week. She normally wouldn’t consider it, but he’s literally never around (she hasn’t even met him). It goes great…until one morning she finds two strangers in the kitchen. They’re the parents of the penthouse owner and they seem to think they’ve heard all about Abi—not as their son’s maid, but as his girlfriend . Declan Powell has always put his career first, working his way up to become an executive at his company, but he still has his sights set on the next level. When his parents mention that they met his girlfriend, “Abby,” he all but chokes on his escargot. As wonderful as it sounds that she was just darling , he doesn’t actually have a girlfriend—he made her up to get everyone off his back. When Dex finds out who Abi really is, he makes her a proposition: pretend to date him, and he’ll provide everything she needs during their little arrangement. What harm would it do? It’s purely business, no pleasure…right? " Maid for Each Other has a classic romcom vibe to it, with modern touches that make this fake dating romp between a millionaire and his house cleaner feel totally fresh. As always, Lynn Painter serves up fun antics, great banter, and a perfectly swoonworthy happily ever after."—Bridget Morrissey, author of That Summer Feeling “Fun, fresh, and fabulously flirty, Maid for Each Other will have you falling from the first page. Lynn Painter delivers again with the trademark blend of humor, witty banter, and feisty yet lovable characters that makes her one of my all-time favorite rom-com writers.”—Libby Hubscher, author of If You Ask Me "Painter injects a familiar trope with both levity and genuine emotion. Readers will especially be drawn to Abi, whose smarts and sass make her the perfect match for the more staid but driven Declan. This is a treat.”— Publishers Weekly “Filled with laughs and a warmhearted spirit, this quick-reading romance from Painter is a charmer.”— Library Journal “A mashup of Cinderella and Goldilocks provides opportunity for fun and wish fulfillment in Maid for Each Other … Using time-tested ingredients, Painter delivers a delicious romance.”—BookPage Lynn Painter is the New York Times bestselling author of Better than the Movies and Mr. Wrong Number . She writes romantic comedies for teens and adults, and when she isn't reading or writing, she can usually be found binge-watching rom-coms or shotgunning energy drinks. 1 waking up in the bed of a millionaire Abi Is it wrong that a tiny part of me is happy to have an infestation at my apartment? Of course it is, I thought as I sat up and stretched in the decadently soft king-size bed. But who could blame me? The luxuriousness of the million-thread-count sheets alone made it way less of a hardship, not to mention the frothy memory foam pillows. Honestly, I wasn't sure how the wealthy ever dragged themselves out of bed in the morning when it felt so good to just lie there, cocooned in expensive linens. But I didn't have time to languish in the opulence. I needed to get the hell out of there and get to work before Benny fired me. I carefully made the bed, ensuring it was impossible to tell I'd ever been there. I was going to wash the sheets after I came back later because I wasn't some kind of psychotic Goldilocks-coded monster who'd secretly sleep in someone else's bed without laundering away my DNA, but just in case someone happened to show up in the meantime, I wanted to remove all traces of the uninvited Abi Mariano. I'd showered last night, just to ensure I had time to clean every square inch of the bathroom (a lot of square inches, for the record), so I quickly changed and pulled my hair into a ponytail. Five minutes later, everything I brought with me was jammed and zipped into my backpack as I reached for the doorknob and opened the bedroom door. "Well, good morning!" I gasped and my hands flew to my heart as I looked to my right. Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God. Standing there, in the enormous kitchen of the fancy penthouse, was a silver-haired man and a woman with a sleek black bob. They were smiling, but that didn't make me feel any better. I was completely, totally, absolutely screwed. The guy was wearing a flawless navy suit that was definitely not off-the-rack (hello, rich dude with the pocket square), and the woman was in one of those it's-just-an-oxford-and-white-jeans-but-they-cost-a-thousand-bucks ensembles. They looked like beautiful royals on retirement