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Dahlia: I can be many things (barista, karaoke legend, storemanager, whatever), but a famous author I am not. Which makes it even weirder when a guy named Bastian rushesinto my coffee shop and wants me to pretend to be him, a famous romance authorhidden under a female pen name. Um, what? No thanks. Except . . . I can’t deny something is charming about hisbrooding reclusiveness, or maybe that’s just the scent of smoke that followshim everywhere. My obsessive love of GIF's clearly annoys him, but it doesn’tstop him from begging me for help either. This guy is desperate. When everything goes up in flames, we’re left to deal withthe wreckage. Bastian: The last thing I want to do is ask for help, particularlyfrom a dynamo like Dahlia. She has so much energy that I’m not sure what to dowith it. But I’m about to lose everything. And I need that career. Dahlia is the simplest answer to my problems, even though Idon’t like the questions she asks or the answers that come. Then the fire encroaches on the mountains near Pineville andDahlia is in danger. I can’t help but rush to save her. Because on the otherside of those flames, she’s saving me. In more ways than I could have everimagined. And where there’s smoke, there’s fire.
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