My father confronted me with an impossible ultimatum: get married and beget an heir, or lose the family business. He knows I can’t walk away from my legacy, even though he doesn’t know I only want it for one purpose: to destroy it.

Of course, that might just be a lie I’m telling myself when I ask the perfect stranger who’s splashed me with her pink smoothie in the park to marry me. She needs a savior after inheriting her father’s troubles, and I need a wife.

I don’t want or need love, or even friendship—at least that’s what I tell her. What I don’t mention when we strike our deal is the baby stipulation. If she ever finds out about it, she’ll never trust me, and somehow, I want and need her trust more than anything.

That means I can never do all the things I want to do with her. This stops with our fake kisses in public. If it means having her in my life, I’ll take it.

I should have known my father wouldn’t let it go.

Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t have made up a girlfriend.

Look, I just wanted to stop my aunt from setting me up on yet another blind date—and it worked. For the past year and a half, I had a really good thing going with Anna, my imaginary girlfriend.

Until I accidentally hire a maid in a sexy costume, and my aunt and my daughter walk in before I can get rid of her. Now I’m paying the maid to play my girlfriend during our Christmas family gathering at the cabin.

Sienna doesn’t just rock the sexy French Maid costume. She’s also wonderful with my daughter and captures my heart with every sparkle in her eyes.

Yet there’s no real future for us. As the local high school football coach and teacher, I can’t get involved with someone who gets paid to play a fantasy role.

This fake relationship has an expiration date, no matter how right it feels to have my adorable maid in my arms.

Faking It with the French Maid for Christmas is a short romance with an accidental fake relationship between a single father and his maid, with only one bed, open doors, and all the snowmen a child could wish for.

Alright, okay, I admit it. I panicked.

But what choice did I have? My mother invited my ex to our family get together at the lake house. Without asking me.

Should I at least have asked before claiming the quirky woman I’d been interviewing as a pet sitter for my Pomeranian as my fiancée when my mother sashayed in? Probably, but look, there was no time. My mother was plotting to get me back together with Carol. She was counting future grandchildren already.

I had to stop her.

Am I mad there’s only one bed for me and my fake fiancée at the lake house? Hah. I mean, where else are we supposed to practice kissing to convince my family that I’m not so secretly obsessed with Bliss Bellerose?

I’m totally not, by the way.

That’s my story, and I’m sticking with it.

Faking it with the Pet Sitter is a short, dual POV fake fiancée romance with cute dogs, open doors, and a little steam.