Sing For Me: A Fake Dating Second Chance Romance
Claire Wilder

As my employee, I have every right to tell my restaurant manager Reese that our restaurant is going to be featured in a wildly popular cooking show.
But as my ex-fling with the gorgeous voice—who I fell too hard and fast for two years ago on the heels of my messy divorce—I'm way out of line. Especially because said cooking show is being produced by my ex-wife, who, because of my big mouth, thinks Reese and I are in love.
To my shock, Reese agrees to go along with it. I don't know why, when she rightfully hates my guts.
But I forgot how Reese’s passion and fire made me feel. I forgot what she looked like when she was singing. If I'm not careful, all my tamped-down feelings for her are going to come flying back to the surface.
And if I mess this up, she’ll never sing again.