Two cynics, one impossible match, and a love that could never be filed — which, by the book's own rules, makes it the only real kind.
Season's Summonings Book 3
Margot Keller dismantles marriages for a living. She's the most feared divorce attorney in the city — undefeated, airtight, a woman who has never once signed anything without an exit clause, including her own heart. She was a believer once. Then her wedding collapsed three weeks before the aisle, and she rebuilt herself into the woman who never gets caught unprotected again.
So when her baby sister announces a starry-eyed Valentine's Day wedding — on the exact date Margot's own was supposed to happen — and the whole family starts tiptoeing around poor, alone Margot, she does the only sensible thing: she reads an old Valentine card aloud in her flattest courtroom voice, to prove sentiment is a scam.
Something answers.
Amariel — Ari — is a two-thousand-year-old registrar from the infernal Match Office, the bureau that files every soulmate match in human history. He's contractually bound to make sure no one discovers she's alone, structurally forbidden from ever being matched himself, and appalled that she'd try to lawyer her way out of a feeling. He can't fulfill the contract for her — only through her. Which means six days of fake-dating through the exact wedding that broke her, with a courtly clerk who believes in vows and a woman who believes in exit strategies, both catastrophically good at the parts they swore they'd never feel.
The binding dissolves at midnight on Valentine's Day. And every way the contract can end, she loses him. Unless a woman who voids every contract can bring herself to sign the one thing she can never get out of — freely, on the record of nothing but him.
A fake-dating paranormal romcom with teeth. Two cynics, one impossible match, and a love that could never be filed — which, by the book's own rules, makes it the only real kind.
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