A talent agent hires an actress to play the part of “novelist” on a book tour for his agency’s publicity-shy client in this delightful rom-com from the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Reese’s Book Club Pick One Day in December She’s playing the part of romance author, but has she found her own real life love story? Talent agent Charlie Francisco has three problems: a divorce that ended his screenwriting career, a business he never planned to inherit, and a take-your-breath-away romance novel whose author wants nothing to do with its publication. The book is a surefire hit, if only his agency can find someone to “play” author on its summer book tour. Enter Kate Elliott, a former soap actress who’s miraculously right for the part at the very moment her life seems to be going all wrong. Kate is still recovering from her own divorce and Charlie’s job offer is a lifeline. She agrees to the pretense for all interviews, signings, and appearances surrounding the novel’s publication. But she can’t know who really wrote the remarkable story—the one so beautiful it’s made her believe in love again. When Kate and Charlie meet they’re all friction and sparks—the one thing they have in common is they’re determined to play their respective parts. But as the summer heat ups and the lies get bigger and bigger, can they stick to their lines . . . or will they go off-script? Praise for Josie Silver “Iris and Gio’s relationship is full of sexy, heart-meltingly romantic moments in this emotional and charming rom-com from [Josie] Silver, which deserves its own movie.” — Library Journal , on A Winter in New York “A tender heartfelt read with the perfect blend of ingredients: New York, food, family, and romance!” —Sophie Cousens, New York Times bestselling author of This Time Next Year , on A Winter in New York “Get ready to be swept up in a whirlwind romance. It absolutely charmed me.” ―Reese Witherspoon, on One Day in December “Calling all hopeless romantics.” ― People, on One Day in December “A must-read.” ― US Weekly , on One Day in December “Josie Silver writes with a warmth so palpable her characters sneak their way into your heart and stay there for a long time.” ―Jill Santopolo, author of The Light We Lost, on One Day in December “Impossibly romantic.” ― Cosmopolitan, on The Two Lives of Lydia Bird “Bursting with wit and charm . . . heart-wrenching yet hope-filled.” ― Woman’s World, on The Two Lives of Lydia Bird “A novel that will make you laugh, cry, and think about the precious gift of being in love.” ― Today , on The Two Lives of Lydia Bird “What a beautiful, emotional gift Josie Silver has given us.” ―Jodi Picoult, New York Times bestselling co-author of Mad Honey, on The Two Lives of Lydia Bird “This rom-com is filled with unexpected twists and engaging details and has a truly heart-lifting ending.” ― USA Today, on One Night on the Island “Quirky, funny in that smart British way, and truly enjoyable, this smart rom-com is the book to pack for your next adventure.” ―Zibby Owens for Good Morning America, on One Night on the Island Josie Silver is a writer of love stories. She is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of One Day in December, which has been published in more than twenty-five languages , The Two Lives of Lydia Bird , One Night on the Island, and A Winter in New York. She lives in the UK with her husband, their sons, and an ever-changing cast of animals. Chapter 1 “Sorry about this, can you just hold him for a second while I wipe this off me? It’s like he has this wild sixth sense that I’m wearing clean clothes, must throw up all over him straightaway.” Kate glanced at the familiar green door behind the harassed young guy thrusting the baby out toward her, knowing the fastest way to get round him was to refuse, but old parenting instincts die hard. She recognized the exhausted look in the guy’s eyes, and the I’m-holding-on-by-a-thread-here tone in his new-dad voice. Sighing inwardly, she held her hands out for the red-faced, squirming baby. “I’d keep him at arm’s length, he’s just filled his nappy. He’s like a grenade, goes off at either end without notice.” “Yeah, they do that,” she said, trying to surreptitiously check her watch without tipping the baby to one side. “Hello, you,” she whispered, thrown straight back to Alice’s baby days by the unexpected weight of a baby in her arms. He was surprised enough to stop crying and stare up at her, silent when she stroked the pronounced curve of his cheek with the back of her finger. “I think he likes you, you should keep him. I’ll come back for him in about eighteen years,” the guy said, finally finding a pack of baby wipes in the bottom of his overstuffed changing bag and scrubbing ineffectually at the baby sick down the front of his hoodie. “Trust me, you’ll look back when he’s eighteen and wish he was this small again. He’ll still be throwing up, just beer-i