Beach-ready rom-coms that survive sunscreen, sand, and all the feelings.
Millie Williams’s summer survival list is simple: rescue her family’s lakeside cabin from its one-star-review spiral, evict her freeloading ex from her couch, and avoid Blake Martin—the laid-back guitarist who broke her heart a decade ago.
But when a deflating pizza-slice floatie leaves her stranded in the middle of Willow Lake, it’s Blake who comes to the rescue. Now a school principal and the steady anchor for his widowed sister and her kids, he’s grounded, dependable, and still annoyingly attractive.
As summer settles in, old bonds tighten and long-buried sparks reignite. But when a betrayal threatens the one place Millie has never been ready to let go of, she must decide whether clinging to the past is worth losing what could finally feel like home.
Seven days in paradise. One fake relationship. Absolutely no reason this should go wrong.
Sam Bennett has spent five years writing travel listicles from a Seattle cubicle while dreaming of seeing the world herself. So when a last-minute cancellation opens a coveted assignment at one of Kauai’s most exclusive resorts, she’s determined to finally prove she belongs in front of the camera.
There’s just one catch: the only way in is through a couples wellness retreat.
Enter Wes Parks, ROAM’s charming, camera-savvy golden boy—and the last coworker Sam would willingly fake-date. Their plan is simple: pose as a couple, secretly film the resort, and survive seven days without killing each other.
Then they arrive and discover this isn’t a romantic getaway. It’s an intensive retreat for couples on the brink of collapse, led by a life coach determined to dismantle every defense they have.
Now Sam and Wes have to convince everyone they’re a relationship worth saving while couples therapy turns fake problems into real confessions, staged intimacy into dangerous chemistry, and their carefully rehearsed romance into something neither of them knows how to fake.
Because convincing everyone else they’re in love might be the easy part. Convincing themselves they’re not is another story.