It's not easy being famous. Okay, you already hate me...can we start over?
Sinclair
I'm Sinclair Jones, best known for playing a woman ten years younger than me on TV. Or at least I was until I quit my job and moved to Asheville.
I came here to find myself. Instead, I tried-and failed-at a bunch of hobbies before landing a gig I don't suck at: being the fake girlfriend of a reality TV outdoorsman. Our arrangement is great for my image-and his-but there's been an unwanted side-effect.
I have a stalker, and he's escalating.
Luckily, the Fairy Godmother Agency, a husband and wife P.I. team, have signed on to help me find my stalker. Unluckily , everyone has insisted I hire a bodyguard.
Rafe is obnoxious and opinionated, and he calls me Clay because I once threw a clay phallus at him. (Yes, literally.) I don't want his help, and I especially don't want this compulsion to keep checking out his arms.
Rafe
The last thing I want to do is follow around a TV starlet, but I'm in between jobs, and I have my reasons for taking this one. Still, I'm in hell, sitting in on manicures and book club meetings, and watching romcoms with a spoiled screen princess who's surprisingly naïve for a millionaire.
But the more time I spend with Clay, the more desperate I am to protect her, because I'm falling for her charm-just like millions of other people have before me.
