This combination does not exist.
Fake dating my enemy should be easy. . . as long as I don't fall in love with him. Dominic Hardy might have a fancy engineering degree, but he doesn't know a thing about baking. He doesn't even like sugar. So when he inherits my stepfather's resort - with my bakery in the middle of it - neither of us are happy. But then Dominic gives me a proposal I can't refuse. I'll keep my bakery, with one condition: Fake date him for five months. Keep his ex away by pretending we're in love. Stare into his piercing green eyes. Maybe share a kiss. But I loathe him and his filthy mouth. Even when he's using it on me. There's a fine line between love and loathing, and I think I've made the mistake of blurring it.
