I put his number down as "Emergency Contact." I didn't expect him to become my husband.

Mia Delacroix has a rule: never faint in the break room. She breaks it anyway, and when the paramedics ask who to call, her mother's fourteen hours away, her sister's off-grid, and her best friend's in Chicago — so she gives them the only other number in her phone. Theo Ashworth. Her landlord's nephew. A man she's spoken to exactly twice.

He shows up anyway. With a cardigan. With terrible pickle-jar-opening technique. With a granola bar note signed — T that she keeps in her nightstand drawer for reasons she refuses to examine.

What starts as a favor between near-strangers turns into something neither of them planned — until a health insurance loophole leaves Mia facing eleven thousand dollars in medical bills unless she has a spouse on record. Theo has an easy solution: marry her. It's just paperwork. It won't change anything.

It changes everything.

Between a courthouse wedding neither of them can stop thinking about, an aunt who's already planning the "real" ceremony, and a job offer that could send Theo across the country, Mia and Theo have to figure out if a marriage that started as a technicality can survive becoming real — and whether either of them is brave enough to say so out loud.

A laugh-out-loud, slow-burn marriage of convenience romance about the family you didn't choose, the marriage you didn't plan, and the love that shows up anyway — for fans of accidental marriage, forced proximity, and grumpy-sunshine romance.

Book One of the Accidentally Married series.