Hi! We’re MéLisa Ryun, high school sweethearts who write steamy open-door romantic comedies so hot they’ll melt your Kindle. Our mission? To give you love stories that are so hilarious they’ll have you laughing like a tipsy bridesmaid, ugly-crying into your wine, and drooling over book boyfriends hotter than a Vegas summer—or a shirtless Henry Cavill.

I’m Camila Morales—cargo pants-wearing, scrunchie-collecting, videographer to Reece Dare—a growly, tattooed YouTube daredevil. He’s hot, sure, when he’s not judging me for smiling (calls it a sign of weakness).

I thought rock bottom was editing thirst traps for my grumpy boss, but that was before he got jilted on livestream—and before we ended up sharing one bed at a sensually-charged romance resort.

ME: Two weeks from quitting this soul-sucking job to finally launch my own docu-series.

ALSO ME: Fake dating Reece.

The bonus check? Tempting.

The fake kisses? Dangerous.

The look he gives me when he thinks I’m not watching? Uh oh.

My latest stunt? Fake dating my employee.

I’m Reece. Internet-famous with 150 million followers who just saw my runaway bride from hell leave mid-vows.

The honeymoon’s already booked, the fans want a fairytale, and so I’m stuck selling one with Camila—the sunniest, sassiest pain in my ass. She challenges me constantly, never backs down, and worst of all? She’s usually right.

I run a media empire with hundreds of employees counting on me, but it’s hard to stay professional at a couples-only resort fueled by massage oil, heavy breathing, and a host named Kai who winks too much.

She’s chasing a new career. I’m running damage control. But Hawaii might change everything.