Gertie The only romance in my life came from the pages of my books. It was safer that way. Writing was supposed to be my hobby. An escape from reality. Until one of my books got published. Fifty-eight weeks on the bestseller list and a movie deal, and I was set for life. Content to live out my days on my family's potato farm in Idaho. I'm an introvert. I write under a pen name. My mother is the only person in my life who knows my secret. And I'd like to keep it that way. I stepped far outside my comfort zone when I agreed to spend the summer on the set of the movie. The director hired me as a consultant. Not an actress. But somehow, I ended up in the movie. Grove I was still in diapers when I caught my big break on a popular sitcom. Thirty-four years in Hollywood, and I've done it all. But I draw the line at movies based on romance novels. I should've turned down the role. Stood up to my bossy manager. Now I'm stuck on a remote movie set in Canada. My co-star got fired on the first day of filming. The entire project is an epic disaster. The author of the book is a clumsy farmer from Idaho, who dresses like a man. She doesn't belong on the set, but the director insisted. The fresh Canadian air is messing with my head. There's no other explanation for my attraction to the farm girl. And now she's playing my love interest in a movie rife with steamy sex. I'm a professional. I know how to behave myself on the set. But when the cameras stop rolling, all bets are off.