Going home isn't easy. Finding my comatose aunt deep in debt is harder. What really sucks, though, is cleaning up the mess she's made of her finances while living next to the enemy I moved away from. He's loathsome. Always wrong. And still an arrogant jerk like he was in high school. I've got two weeks to turn in my aunt's expected manuscript to her publisher and hope it helps with the money issue. The catch? She never wrote it. There is no book. Unless I try to save the day and write it on a deadline. So, really, how hard can it be to whip up a paperback about falling in love...while tolerating a sexy man who doesn't believe in it?