Welcome to my not-so-fairy-tale life, where kissing Mr. Wrong is my brilliant plan to avoid Mr. Right – or so I thought.

It's one thing to be dumped by the guy you thought you were going to marry, but it's quite another to move back to the small town you're both from when he's a huge Hollywood celebrity and you're...not. But I need to be home right now, surrounded by the people I love, working in my new teaching job at Hunter's Creek Elementary.

The problem is, everyone is trying to set me up with their son or their nephew or their long-lost cousin twice removed. Either that or they're throwing me pitying looks.

What do I do? I spot the new guy in town. Christopher Young, the suit-wearing, definitely-does-not-belong-here stiff, and I go right up and kiss him. It's...well, it's unexpectedly nice. As in blow your socks off nice. But I'm not looking for a relationship with the guy. Not a real one, anyway.

As a temporary resident, Christopher is perfect fake boyfriend material, and just what I need to get the townsfolk off my back. The fact that he's gorgeous in a buttoned-up kind of way and doing weird things to my blood pressure doesn't mean a thing. Really.

Not. A. Thing.