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What’s worse than being left at the altar? Becoming a meme because one of your nearest and dearest took a video of you running—and falling—down the aisle and made it internet famous.

I figured being an extra for a local production would be a harmless distraction-a way for me to forget my charmed life is imploding. Sure, I'm the one who blew the whistle on my family business, but that doesn't make it any easier to sit around in the fallout. Worse, I have to spend every last minute on set with a woman who was hurt by my parents' greed. I'm determined to help her, thereby evening the scales of justice, but Delia Evans is so sunshiney and naïve and . . .Well, extra. And, to my utter astonishment, I find myself wanting more of her.

My boss, the famous romance novelist, always said she’d open doors for me when I finished writing my first book. Only I have...and she hasn’t. Worse, I just met her new brand manager, and I know him. Enoch “the Suit” Laskin made my life miserable in business school, right up until he seduced me. Then he took an internship with Parker Brand Management, working for my father, the other man I hate. Enoch is a traitor. It’s torture to be around him. Lucky for me, the Fairy Godmother Agency, a husband and wife P.I. team who help women in dire straits, have offered to make me their next client.

A few hours after losing my job, I get a call from a stranger who claims I've inherited property from my father. I assume it's a scam, because my dad is alive. Turns out my mother is the liar. I board a flight to my bio-dad's hometown, but the turbulence is so bad I worry we won't make it. Declan, the hot, tattooed hunk next to me, is terrified too. When the plane freefalls for half a second, he kisses me with the passion of a man who thinks he's about to die. He seems to regret it immediately—and we both regret it when we discover he's my new neighbor.

No man wants to be nicknamed Cupid. My family’s run a matchmaking business for years, though, and my sister’s a romance novelist. You get the picture. To make matters worse, my narcissistic grandmother just sold a reality dating show to network television. Thanks to her, our small town is about to become a hotbed of tourists and opportunists. Her show needs to be stopped, and I’m exactly the man to do it. Cupid, reporting for duty.