Big-hearted Instagram influencer Audrey Tate would do anything for her best friend Clarke—even pose as his fake fiancé. But somewhere amid the cake-testing and pretend kisses, things start to feel a little too real.


Marriage on Madison Avenue

Audrey and Clarke's Love Story

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  • This is PG-13 with "closed door" sex scenes.
  • This book is written in third-person, alternating the heroine and heroine's POV.

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An Oprah Magazine Best Rom-Com


One of O, The Oprah Magazine’s “22 Romance Novels That Are Set to Be the Best of 2020” and one of Goodreads’s “28 of the Hottest Romances of 2020.”

Can guys and girls ever be just friends? According to Audrey Tate and Clarke West, absolutely. After all, they’ve been best friends since childhood without a single romantic entanglement. Clarke is the charming playboy Audrey can always count on, and he knows that the ever-loyal Audrey will never not play along with his strategy for dodging his matchmaking mother—announcing he’s already engaged…to Audrey.

But what starts out as a playful game between two best friends turns into something infinitely more complicated, as just-for-show kisses begin to stir up forbidden feelings. As the faux wedding date looms closer, Audrey and Clarke realize that they can never go back to the way things were, but deep down, do they really want to?


“Smile,” he instructed, stepping even closer and sliding his hand around her waist. She smiled automatically, even as she registered that his hand had slid low on her back, his face needlessly close to hers.
“Brace yourself,” he said out of the corner of his mouth.
His lips closed over hers.
Audrey’s eyes went wide in surprise before they fluttered closed, her hands waving helplessly for a moment as she tried to register the strangeness of Clarke’s mouth against hers before they instinctively lifted to rest on his chest.
It was no big deal, she told her thundering heart. Just a perfunctory stamp of a kiss to get the doubters to back off. It’d be over before she knew it.
Clarke’s lips moved against hers, his head tilting to the side, deepening the kiss slightly as his hand slid up her back, pulling her more firmly against him.
Audrey felt something strange and unfamiliar flutter in her stomach. Before she could identify it, Clarke lifted his head. His gaze stayed locked on her lips for a long moment, giving her a second to gather her thoughts.
Damn. He’s really selling this, she realized. She knew it was all for show, but she still could have sworn she felt heat in his gaze, as though he were silently willing the rest of the room away so it was just the two of them.