An estranged husband and wife living on separate coasts learn that due to a loophole in their prenup, in order to file for divorce, they first have to live under the same roof as three months as husband and wife. 


The Prenup

Charlotte & Colin's Love Story

A Standalone Romance Novel

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  • I do plan to release the paperback version of this book again! I'm working on it!This book is a non-explicit romance, with NO sex scenes.
  • This book is written in first-person, with heroine-only POV.

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Ten years ago, I married my brother’s best friend. I haven’t seen him since. Until now ...

Charlotte Spencer grew up on the blue-blooded Upper East Side of Manhattan but she never wanted the sit-still-look-pretty future her parents dictated for her. Enter Colin Walsh, her brother’s quiet, brooding best friend, and with him a chance to pursue her dreams. One courthouse wedding later, Charlotte’s inheritance is hers to start a business in San Francisco and Irish-born Colin has a Green Card.

Ten years later, they're happily married. On different coasts. With separate lives. In fact, she hasn't even seen Colin in a decade, and that's just fine by her. But fate throws her a curveball when her husband calls her back to New York, and she realizes the boy she's married is long gone. In his place is a shockingly appealing man ... who wants a divorce. The problem? The terms of their prenup arrangement state that before either can file for separation, they have to live under the same roof for three months.

Now, in order to get divorced, they have to pretend to be married. For real ...


“Yeah. Sure. We’ll figure it out,” Colin says.
It’s a classic blow-off, and I know chances of my double date scenario ever happening are slim to none, and that’s probably a good thing.
“I’ll miss you though,” I blurt. “I mean I’ll miss this. I’ll miss …” Hmm. “This whole situation hasn’t been as bad as I thought it would be.”
“Such lofty compliments.” His eyes warm as he gives me a slow smile that’s extremely appealing. 
“Yeah, well. Don’t let it go to your head.”
He looks amused at the cliché, slightly lame comeback. His smile turns a bit cocky, as though he knows I’m off my game. Worse, as though he knows why I’m off my game.
“Right. Well, if you’re sure about sleeping out here … goodnight.” Still hugging the pillow, I step to the side to move toward the bedroom.
Colin moves at the same time, trying to move out of my way, but moving in the same direction as me, blocking my path. I move to the other side just as he does the same, so we’re doing that awkward “you go, no, you go” dance.
I let out a laugh, but it’s more of an exhale because I suddenly realize how close we’re standing. I freeze, my eyes lifting to his. 
There’s no hint of a smile on his face now, and his eyes seem to burn both bleak and hot as they lock onto mine.
His head dips lower, and I feel his breath on my cheek. “Charlotte.” 
“Colin,” I whisper back.
He swallows and eases even closer, his gaze leaving mine to drop to my lips. 
His eyes close, but other than that he doesn’t move, his expression as tortured as I feel. “Damn it, Charlotte,” he says on a breath, his voice rough. 
My eyes drift closed as I feel his minty breath against my mouth, and even though I know it’s so, so wrong, I will him to kiss me. I send a silent prayer to the heavens to do everything else right in my life to make up for this one wrong moment that I want more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
It feels as though we’re locked in time, not touching, but not moving away from each other either, a million things passing between us that we don’t dare say.
“I can’t,” he whispers, still close enough that I can feel the rejection. 
Then he steps back and the air goes colder, my heart growing a little colder with it.