The Fiction Between Us

Some fairytales may be real, but ours is strictly fiction.



I've been Queen Bee at our theme park for ten glorious, uncomplicated years. I'm far better at creating fictional magic than real life miracles. So when Landon Arden, my best friend's twin brother and my old high school bully, starts to work at Honeywood, I'm wishing for some gift from above to fix this mess.



Cue a worse situation.



After Landon falls on stage during one of our shows, the guests mistake him for a character in the park: Ranger Randy.



The problem isn't when our manager asks him to perform as the bearded, tight tush, short shorts-wearing hero. No, my fairytale comes crashing down when we're told that Queen Bee and Ranger Randy must appear as a couple.



Fine. Whatever. Ten years ago, my teenage crush for Landon may have been real, but I can fake a happy ending with Ranger Randy. I can sign autographs with him, have his arm around my waist, hold his hand, and . . . kiss him on stage?



I tell myself it's all for show. We're just characters in a theme park. And I won't fall for true love's kiss, even if I do want to try it one more time . . .