Dr. Fake Fiance

She's famous. He hasn't a clue who she is.

I'm in London, in disguise, trying to hide from the tabloids, when I slam into a wall.

Except it's not a wall. It's a hot hunk of British man.

And I just poured scorching hot coffee all over him.

He goes from burn victim to my fiancé in three days flat. It's all fake to divert tabloid attention away from my recent breakup with my longtime boyfriend-turned-traitor.

Except it doesn't feel fake. The way he looks at me makes me shiver. When he touches me, I'm molten lava.

Neither of us is looking for anything serious.

Except...did I tell you how hot he looks playing naked Twister? He might just be husband material.

For real.

A standalone fake relationship romance in the Doctors Series.

What's a heartbroken American to do when she's in London trying to get over her ex? Find herself a fake fiancé. Obviously.

I'm walking past Big Ben, trying to get over the world's worst break up, when I slam into a hot hunk of British man.

And pour scorching hot coffee all over him.

My caffeine casualty not only forgives me for ruining his shirt, but when I ramble on about needing to distract the press from my recent heartbreak, he agrees to be my pretend prince charming faster than you can say 'espresso'.

Our agreement is clear: nothing is real.

Except the more time we spend pretending to be a couple, the harder it is to keep my side of the bargain. And his smoldering stare tells me he might be having the same problem.

And then we have a game night. Maybe it's naked Twister that pushes us over the edge.

I'm starting to think my fake fiancé might be husband material.

For real.