Hawaii Can Suck It (ARC COPY)

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<p><strong>I’m supposed to film him. Not fall for him.</strong></p> <p><strong>I’m Camila Morales—</strong>cargo pants-wearing, scrunchie-collecting, videographer to Reece Dare—a growly, tattooed YouTube adrenaline junkie. He’s hot, sure, when he’s not judging me for smiling (calls it a sign of weakness).</p> <p>I thought rock bottom was editing thirst traps for my grumpy boss, but that was before he got jilted on livestream—and before we ended up sharing one bed at a sensually-charged romance resort.</p> <p>ME: Two weeks from quitting this soul-sucking job to finally launch my own docu-series.<br />ALSO ME: Fake dating Reece.</p> <p>The bonus check? Tempting.<br />The fake kisses? Dangerous.<br />The look he gives me when he thinks I’m not watching? Uh oh.</p> <p><strong>My latest stunt? Fake dating my employee.</strong></p> <p><strong>I’m Reece—</strong>Internet-famous with 150 million followers who just saw my runaway bride from hell leave mid-vows.</p> <p>The honeymoon’s already booked, the fans want a fairytale, and so I’m stuck selling one with Camila—the sunniest, sassiest pain in my ass. She challenges me constantly, never backs down, and worst of all? She’s usually right.</p> <p>I run a media empire with hundreds of employees counting on me, but it’s hard to stay professional at a couples-only resort fueled by massage oil, heavy breathing, and a host named Kai who winks too much.</p> <p>She chasing a new career. I’m running damage control. But Hawaii might change everything.</p>