The Wedding Favor

A weekend favor. A lifelong risk.

Erin Hart is ready to quit—her job, her secret crush, her carefully controlled life. But when her handsome, work-obsessed boss asks her to pose as his girlfriend for a high-stakes wedding weekend in London, she’s swept into a charade that blurs every line she’s drawn. One room. One bed. And years of hidden feelings. What could possibly go wrong?

Max Ferrell doesn’t believe in love—he’s seen firsthand how messy it can get. But Erin, his reliable and sharp-witted assistant, is suddenly anything but predictable. She’s bold, beautiful, and challenging everything he thought he knew about work, life, and love. As family drama and old wounds rise to the surface, pretending to be a couple feels less like a game… and more like the start of something real.

Set between New York, London, and Baltimore, The Wedding Favor by Monique DeVere is a slow-burn, boss-to-lovers romance packed with sharp banter, emotional depth, and sizzling chemistry. If you're drawn to fake-dating stories with heart and heat, this one’s for you.

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Excerpt from the book

“Look out!” a female voice shouted a second before a wave of water hit the top of Erin Hart’s head and cascaded down her body.

Erin squealed, jerking back way too late to avoid disaster. It was just her bad luck to be passing a café awning the moment someone decided to upend the canopy of collected rainwater from last night’s heavy downpour. One minute, she’d been striding along East 23rd Street at 7:15 a.m., trying to work up the courage to resign from her job. The next, she stood—shocked motionless—dripping wet in the middle of the sidewalk.

Max Ferrell, CEO of Ferrell Alliance, Inc., the real estate investment firm on Madison Avenue where she worked, had been hijacking her thoughts for the last three years—and especially this morning—leaving her oblivious to the potential hazard ahead.

Clutching her tote with one hand as she worked to catch the breath the sudden splash of chilled water had snatched away, she swiped the other down the front of her brown office dress. Did she really hope she would be able to brush the wetness from the material as easily as she would a speck of dust? When her frantic effort made little difference, she shook herself, much like Buttercup—her teacup Yorkshire terrier—would have.

Sensing eyes on her, she glanced at a couple of snickering teenage girls in tight jeans and tighter T-shirts who gave her a wide berth as they passed.

Suddenly aware of the spectacle she was making, she raised her chin, squared her shoulders, pasted on a smile, and forced one sensible-pumped foot in front of the other until the momentum had her fast-pacing it to Ferrell Alliance, Inc.

Of course, she accumulated countless stares on her way, but she’d faced humiliation more than once in her lifetime. By now, it was a piece of cherry pie to her. Even her crush on Max was proving humiliating. How much longer would she be able to hide the fact that he made her heart pound and her insides flutter?

Her cell jingled from deep inside her brown leather tote and she dove for it. Without checking, she knew who was calling. It would be her sister Nicole, wondering whether she’d given Max her resignation. That would be a big fat no. She’d attempted to hand it in several times over the last week but, each time, Max’s reliance on her as his PA got in the way. It was now Monday, the start of a fresh week, and she still had the pristine envelope in her handbag. Every time she pictured handing him her resignation it sent nervous sensations and sorrow swirling in her belly.

Her family needed her and, instead of leaving New York and returning to Baltimore to help her three sisters save the family business, she’d allowed her monumental crush on her boss and his dependence on her to stall her. As a result, her sisters were struggling to keep Hart to Hart Restorations afloat without any help from her.