Ex on the Beach. Gay Getaways, #1

Their relationship is over. Their "romantic getaway" is just beginning. Six months after a disastrous breakup, math professor Harry and bar owner Elias win a free luxury trip to Thailand. The catch? They won the "Dream Gay Getaway" contest from a dating app back when they were still a couple. Now, to collect the $100, 000 prize, they have to pretend to be blissfully in love for their peppy, marketing-obsessed chaperone.
HarryElias is a commitment-phobic germaphobe who's more attached to his bird statues than he ever was to me. He dumped me over one misplaced beer can. Now I'm stuck sharing a room with him, faking swoons for the camera? Fine. I can survive two weeks. I will not be tempted by his sultry smile or his ridiculously ripped body. I definitely won't offer to rub sunscreen on his mile-wide shoulders. Even if he's the only guy I ever really cared about.
EliasHarry may be a brilliant professor, but he's also a total slob. He's the last man I'd want to travel with. He's the reason I'm packing yellow "Do Not Cross" tape for the hotel bed. But for a free trip and fifty grand, I can handle it. If I have to pretend to be in love with my hot-mess ex, so be it. The problem is... the more we fake it, the more I realize this might be my last real chance with the one man I can't forget.
Ex on the Beach is a 51, 000-word, steamy, second-chance romcom. It's packed with forced proximity, only one bed (with a literal police line), a Timothee Chalamet impersonator, and a serious case of horn knee.