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He hates lawyers. So I'm a lawyer pretending to be an artist. Forgetting one tiny detail: I can't paint.Tessa: There's something about the way the blond guy laughs and leans in to listen. My gaze keeps returning to him.The only problem is, we're at an art gallery after work, and I've swapped my lawyer suit for a paint-splattered shirt. I'm pretending to be a struggling artist, acting as bait to entice a scammer who conned my friend out of thousands of dollars.I look pathetic. But still, I approach Hot Guy.Our glances meet, and an awareness shimmers across. He offers to buy me a drink--we're definitely flirting--and then he asks me what I do. Just when Scammer Guy is in earshot.I have no choice but to say I'm an artist. I can tell Hot Guy later that I'm not.But then he says he hates lawyers.Now what? Zeke: She's the worst artist I've ever seen. And I hate that that makes me suspect that she's lying to me. After my ex-girlfriend cheated on me, trust is in short supply. Tessa makes me laugh, and it's one adventure after another with her. Definitely different from my workaholic lawyer ex.Maybe it's time to give love a second chance.All is fair in love and litigation, but when truth and deception clash, can you trust your heart?*The rom-com books in this series are interconnected standalones set in the same world. Each can be read as a pure standalone with a guaranteed happily ever after.

A feel-good, enemies-to-lovers romantic comedyTall, dark, and handsome. That's what I think the first time I see Rupert Evans in the library. But then I find out he is the developer who just sent my community garden a cease and desist letter because he plans to raze the garden and construct some towering monstrosity there.The only one who is going to cease and desist is him. That community garden is my found family.But then he asks me out at book club night.Suspicious, right?I'm attractive, but I'm not the type hot bachelors are lining up around the block to ask out. Let's be real. I'm still in the brunch date spot with my next-door neighbor after a year of my pursuing him.Rupert is trying to butter me up and lead me down the garden path so I'll concede. Never. He has no idea what we're planning to do to stop him. Our little community group may look like a bunch of frail roses, but we've got thorns. As long as I weed out these pesky feelings for him, I know we can win.