To say that my neighbor, Conrad Beck, and I got off on the wrong foot is an understatement. Whenever I look at him, I’m reminded of the humiliating experience of being caught in my underwear burning a grilled cheese sandwich. I’m pretty sure every time he looks at me, he remembers how I almost burned down the duplex we share.

It’s Not Like It’s Real is a marriage of convenience sweet romance, perfect for readers who enjoy romantic tension without any action beyond kisses.