Hawaii Can Suck It

I’m supposed to film him. Not fall for him.

I’m Camila Morales—cargo pants-wearing, scrunchie-collecting, videographer to Reece Dare—a growly, tattooed YouTube adrenaline junkie. He’s hot, sure, when he’s not judging me for smiling (calls it a sign of weakness).

I thought rock bottom was editing thirst traps for my grumpy boss, but that was before he got jilted on livestream—and before we ended up sharing one bed at a sensually-charged romance resort.

Two weeks from quitting this soul-sucking job to finally launch my own docu-series.
ALSO Fake dating Reece.

The bonus check? Tempting.
The fake kisses? Dangerous.
The look he gives me when he thinks I’m not watching? Uh oh.

My latest stunt? Fake dating my employee. What could go wrong?

I’m Reece. Internet-famous with 150 million followers who just saw my runaway bride from hell leave mid-vows.

The honeymoon’s already booked, the fans want a fairytale, and so I’m stuck selling one with Camila—the sunniest, sassiest pain in my ass. She challenges me constantly, never backs down, and worst of all? She’s usually right.

I run a media empire with hundreds of employees counting on me, but it’s hard to stay professional at a couples-only resort fueled by massage oil, heavy breathing, and a host named Kai who winks too much.

She chasing a new career. I’m running damage control. But Hawaii might change everything.

Fans of Meghan Quinn will love this steamy, laugh-out-loud romcom featuring grumpy x sunshine chaos, fake dating, forced proximity, and one seriously spicy resort. Buckle up for a tropical mess of lust and laughter because sometimes, love needs a viral disaster to find its happily ever after.

Click now. Paradise, chaos, and fake love await.