Right Number, Wrong Girl

When your flatmate is the hottest new party planner in the country, three things are bound to happen: 1. You’ll have to take a work call for her while you’re in your underwear. 2. You’ll have to fill in for her after an emergency...and pretend to be her. 3. You will royally mess it up...until a hot future duke steps in to save your bum. Yes, yes, that all sounds wonderful, doesn’t it? Until you consider the party being planned is for the Dowager Duchess of Devon’s 80th birthday, and the current duchess is the ultimate type A personality, determined to micromanage the entire thing. I’m a type...XYZ...LMNOP...with zero organizational qualities. When all my planning goes to hell in a handbasket, the only hope I have to pull this thing off is duke-in-waiting Hugo Edwards. He’s the only person who knows who I really am. The success of his grandmother’s party relies on us getting along long enough to make it happen—and keeping our hands off one another. Neither of which are easy to achieve. And when my best friend shows up to take over from me, the fact that I might just be falling for Hugo is the least of my worries...