Three rules. Thirty days. One dangerously off-limits roommate. Rule #1: Stay on your side of the driveway. Rule #2: No baking after 9 PM. Rule #3: Whatever happens, do NOT fall for your brother's best friend. I've already lost my boyfriend, my job, and my apartment in one spectacularly disastrous night. The one thing I refuse to lose? My dream bakery. With thirty days until launch and nowhere else to go, I'm forced to accept a temporary lifeline from the last man I should ever be living near.
Beckett "Jax" Vance. Former Army Ranger. Brooding custom woodworker. Six-foot-two of broad shoulders, permanent stubble, worn gray sweatpants, and enough grumpy silence to make a normal person run for cover. Oh, and he happens to be my overprotective brother's best friend. Jax agrees to let me stay in his guest house on one condition: keep my chaos on my side of the driveway. Then the plumbing explodes.
Suddenly, I'm sleeping down the hall from him, taking over his immaculate kitchen with pink mixers and clouds of flour, and trying very hard not to notice what my ridiculously attractive roommate looks like without a shirt. It gets worse. The man who claims my baking is a nuisance? He's secretly devouring every "failed" pastry I leave on the counter. Then come the midnight kitchen collisions. His hands around my waist.
Chocolate ganache on his bare chest. And the terrifyingly protective look in his eyes when my toxic ex gets too close. One kiss destroys every boundary we were supposed to keep. So we make a new deal:Two weeks. No strings. No feelings. And my brother never finds out. There's just one problem. Jax doesn't love with words. He builds. He protects. He shows up. And when everything I've worked for is threatened, the supposedly heartless man next door is willing to move mountains to protect my dream.
I was supposed to stay for thirty days. I was supposed to keep my distance. And I was absolutely, positively not supposed to fall in love with my brother's best friend. Turns out, some rules are made to be broken. The Spare Room Rule is a steamy contemporary romantic comedy featuring brother's best friend, forced proximity, roommates-to-lovers, grumpy × sunshine, secret romance, acts of service, protective hero energy, sizzling kitchen tension, and a guaranteed happily ever after.
Three rules. Thirty days. One dangerously off-limits roommate. Rule #1: Stay on your side of the driveway. Rule #2: No baking after 9 PM. Rule #3: Whatever happens, do NOT fall for your brother's best friend. I've already lost my boyfriend, my job, and my apartment in one spectacularly disastrous night. The one thing I refuse to lose? My dream bakery. With thirty days until launch and nowhere else to go, I'm forced to accept a temporary lifeline from the last man I should ever be living near.
Beckett "Jax" Vance. Former Army Ranger. Brooding custom woodworker. Six-foot-two of broad shoulders, permanent stubble, worn gray sweatpants, and enough grumpy silence to make a normal person run for cover. Oh, and he happens to be my overprotective brother's best friend. Jax agrees to let me stay in his guest house on one condition: keep my chaos on my side of the driveway. Then the plumbing explodes.
Suddenly, I'm sleeping down the hall from him, taking over his immaculate kitchen with pink mixers and clouds of flour, and trying very hard not to notice what my ridiculously attractive roommate looks like without a shirt. It gets worse. The man who claims my baking is a nuisance? He's secretly devouring every "failed" pastry I leave on the counter. Then come the midnight kitchen collisions. His hands around my waist.
Chocolate ganache on his bare chest. And the terrifyingly protective look in his eyes when my toxic ex gets too close. One kiss destroys every boundary we were supposed to keep. So we make a new deal:Two weeks. No strings. No feelings. And my brother never finds out. There's just one problem. Jax doesn't love with words. He builds. He protects. He shows up. And when everything I've worked for is threatened, the supposedly heartless man next door is willing to move mountains to protect my dream.
I was supposed to stay for thirty days. I was supposed to keep my distance. And I was absolutely, positively not supposed to fall in love with my brother's best friend. Turns out, some rules are made to be broken. The Spare Room Rule is a steamy contemporary romantic comedy featuring brother's best friend, forced proximity, roommates-to-lovers, grumpy × sunshine, secret romance, acts of service, protective hero energy, sizzling kitchen tension, and a guaranteed happily ever after.