I am absolutely not going to fall in love with my brother's grumpy best friend.

I’ve known him my whole life. But I, Grace Milsom, will not trip over my heels directly into his muscular arms. Because I am a professional. I’m not the type to be smitten by a six-foot tall, smoldering grouch with perfect hair and a successful career. I’ve grown up, matured. I’m over my childhood crush and I prefer nice men. Men who won't make my knees go weak. Men who have normal jobs, and who don’t traipse all over the countryside in private jets to meet with the rich and powerful on a daily basis.

My boss asks me to sell him a house. And I desperately need the money from my first commission, so I have to play nice. But once his signature on the contract is dry, there’s no more need for me to have anything to do with Oliver Hungerford.

One more thing, I’ve got to meet him at a romantic restaurant for dinner, but only to talk real estate.

When he asks me to help him out at work by pretending to be his girlfriend, I find myself saying yes before I can think it through.

It’s okay though. All I have to do is hold my old feelings in check and keep my lips off him. That shouldn’t be too hard.

Mr Grumpy-Pants is a laugh-out-loud, closed-door romcom.