The Art of Marrying Your Enemy

About the book

Do you remember the summer when everything changed? Yeah, forget about the summer I turned pretty because that was also the summer I got hips, acne, and was completely embarrassed by Aaron Richmond.

Fast forward to this summer and guess what? I have to marry that jerk.

As I make my way down the aisle towards my sworn enemy, all for the sake of saving the Coleman family fortune, I try to resist the urge to give in to my inner wounded 14-year-old self. Instead of feeling sorry for myself, I should smile, bat my eyelashes, and say the words "to have and to hate"...

But wait.

Unfortunately, I happen to be named after Granny Madge.

So, as I reluctantly say "I do", I take the opportunity to throw three tiers of wedding cake at my new husband, kick him where it hurts, and chug a whole bottle of champagne.

In return, he drops me unceremoniously on the floor after carrying me over the threshold.

My mature response? Eating a bag of chips in his bed and letting my cat vomit on his pillow.

This is definitely not how I envisioned becoming Mrs. Richmond during my teenage crush days.

That infatuation? Gone.

Never to resurface.

Not even when he flexes his muscles and his hair falls slightly over his forehead...

In fact, I loudly proclaim that I'm drier than my mom's spelt muffins.

But then he's towering over me, his deep voice whispering in my ear...

'It'll be easier if you cooperate.'

Gulp.

We're not married in that way.

When he drops a 530-page marriage contract in front of me, pointing out the clause that states we have to consummate the marriage, or it's null and void, I realize my mistake.

'I hope you read the contract, Coleman.'

Damn him, he's right.

If I had known I had to sleep with my husband, I never would have agreed to this marriage.

This enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy is packed with sizzling chemistry between two people who claim to hate each other, red flags galore, and a guaranteed happily ever after!