She’s a hopeless romantic, and he’s sworn off love. When a quaint little bookshop by the sea becomes their battleground, will their clashing views on romance lead to an unexpected love story?

Despite being unlucky in love, Charlie Palmer knows that Mr. Right is out there somewhere, and while she waits for him to show up, she is perfectly content to lose herself in a good book. Specifically, a good romance novel. But when Charlie moves to the quaint seaside town of Honeycombe Bay, her love of romance has her butting heads with the grumpy owner of the local bookshop, who despite his good looks is the least romantic man alive. Something that carries over to his refusal to stock Charlie’s favorite genre.  

Flynn Montgomery doesn’t like romance—not in any shape or form—and he certainly won’t have any romantic fiction in his bookshop. Why waste precious shelf space on swooning, sighing, completely unrealistic fiction, when the bubbly newcomer is the only person in the village who wants it? But when Charlie decides to throw a book festival to prove him wrong, Flynn reluctantly pitches in, hoping it’ll be good publicity for the bookshop. And the more time he spends with Charlie, the more he finds his heart softening. 

However, Charlie wants romance with a capital “R”; she wants to be wooed and courted like one of the heroines in her beloved novels—and Flynn isn’t the romancing kind. So when her favorite romance author, the charismatic and handsome Brody Hunter, offers to support the event, how can Charlie resist? With Charlie in danger of being swept off her feet by a man who knows all the right moves and has all the right words, has Flynn left it too late to declare his feelings? And how is he supposed to compete with Mr. Romance anyway?