One impulsive lie leads to a weeklong adventure of fake dating for two bickering coworkers in this swoony destination wedding rom-com by Sajni Patel, author of The Trouble with Hating You . Sunshine incarnate Bhanu brings big UX energy to whatever she does, including going for the promotion where her only serious competition is her work nemesis, AKA Sunny, the grump with the Denzel voice. She expected to get a reprieve from him while visiting her family in Hawai’i, but the universe has other plans. When Bhanu runs into Sunny at the hotel and witnesses his ex criticizing him about being single, Bhanu does the first thing that comes to mind: she impetuously claims to be Sunny’s girlfriend just to get some peace and quiet. Except Sunny is on island for a friend’s wedding and his ex has already texted the entire wedding party about this mysterious girlfriend. Bhanu truly is the bane of Sunny’s existence. But the last thing he wants to do is cause tension during his friend’s wedding festivities, much less be the object of their pity. He has no choice except to play along, if only he and Bhanu can put aside their quarreling and act like a real couple. Between Bhanu’s hilariously meddling family and Sunny’s ecstatic friends, the two are pushed closer together, even as stress mounts over the impending promotion. They say what happens on island, stays on island. But as Sunny and Bhanu let their guards down, will either of them be able to resist this romantic getaway without crossing the line? "The perfectly designed romcom."—Ali Hazelwood #1 New York Times bestselling author of Love, Theoretically "Patel ( Isha, Unscripted ) makes computer coding sexy in this winning enemies-to-lovers romance.... The supporting cast of Indian aunties charms, and the saltiness between the protagonists loses none of its oomph when it turns into sweetness. Readers will cheer for these two to find their well-deserved happily ever after."— Publishers Weekly "Patel ( Isha, Unscripted ) expertly designs a modern beach read and a sassy rom-com filled with fun tropes and a gratifying slow burn."— Library Journal "The lushly detailed Hawaiian setting provides a vivid backdrop to their delicious slow-burn romance."— Booklist "Fake dating, office romance, witty banter... this book has everything... Binge this in a single sitting."—The Skimm "Bhanu is the very embodiment of happiness and sunshine... This book was exactly what makes me enjoy reading a Sanji Patel novel, cute and easy to love characters, a catchy story and loads of funny moments."—Harlequin Junkie Sajni Patel is an award-winning author of women’s fiction and young adult books, drawing on her experiences growing up in Texas, an inexplicable knack for romance and comedy, and the recently resurfaced dark side of fantastical things. Her works have appeared on numerous "Best of the Year" and must-read lists from Cosmo ; O, The Oprah Magazine ; Teen Vogue ; Apple Books; AudioFile; Tribeza ; Austin Woman ; NBC; Insider; PopSugar; BuzzFeed; and many others. One Bhanu I worked in UX. UX had always been, and still was, my techy passion. Most people had no idea what in the world UX stood for, much less what it was (user experience, BTW). It was simple, really. To put it humbly, I was the all-powerful bridge connecting creativity to technology, functionality to experience. Ever used an app or website and didn't find yourself frustrated with navigation or have any negative experience, then you, my friend, experienced good UX design and had an entire dauntless team to thank for the smallest clicks and details that made your browsing exploits so flawless that you didn't even realize you were having them. That, of course, was oversimplifying. A great deal went into the tiniest things down to color specs. Tons of meetings and research and late nights went into every thought. Today was no different. It was six in the morning, and even the sun hadn't peeked through the rain clouds on this Pacific Northwestern day. I'd buzzed around getting coffee and waffles in my elegant, flowing cardigan, feeling very much like a princess. Granted, one who was isolated in a tower but not-so-secretly enjoyed it. I spoke of . . . remote work. When else could a girl feel like a princess in baggy pajamas and no bra? Fret not, I had donned a bra and shimmied into a meeting blouse to look the part, brushing my hair into a low ponytail as coffee cooled, and patted on light makeup while munching on waffles. I wasn't typically a breakfast person, but there was something about waffles that I couldn't shake off. So bad was my waffle addiction that I'd splurged on one of those heavy-duty waffle makers that made four perfect squares at a time. And yes, I was eating all four this morning. A few blueberries in the mix, smothered in butter, a dollop of whipped cream, and I was the happiest person in the world. Odd-hour meetings were part of UX. Although my company was based in Seattle, we worked