A recently dumped TV heartthrob enlists a jaded romance novelist to ruin romance for him—one rom-com trope at a time—so he never gets swept off his feet again…

Sawyer Greene knows romance. She’s a bestselling author of the genre—or she was, until her ex left her with nothing but writer’s block and a broken heart. But when she gets stuck in the elevator with a handsome stranger, she sees their meet cute for what it is: just a one-night stand. It might have worked, too, if they could stop running into each other.

Actor Mason West sees Sawyer’s reappearance in his life as a sign. Obviously, they’re meant to cure each other. Him of the hopeless romanticism that only ends in heartbreak—and tabloid trainwrecks—and Sawyer of her writer’s block. Their agreement is simple: 1. No (more) sex, and 2. No matter how swoony the circumstances, absolutely no falling in love.

It’s a foolproof plan–until Sawyer and Mason find that, once set in motion, some plots can’t be stopped—and that they might be hurtling towards a happy ending…


Don't just take our word for it...

“Filled with sparkling banter, clever nods to the genre, and scorching hot scenes, Erin Connor’s Unromance is a perfect homage to all the best romcoms.”
– Alicia Thompson, USA Today bestselling author of With Love, from Cold World

“Erin Connor is my favorite new voice in romance. She brings the irreverent comedy and the swoon worthy romance to her romcom debut that celebrates the tropes and cliches of this glorious genre. The perfect romance novel for lovers of romance novels.”
– Alison Cochrun, author of Kiss Her Once for Me

“This sexy, swoon-worthy romance is an unputdownable debut.”
– Library Journal, starred review


Taste the very first page

THE MEET-CUTE – The love interests meet. It’s cute. It upends their entire lives.

“Hold the door!”

Sawyer shot her arm out automatically, shoving her hand between the nearly closed elevator doors. She was going to lose a limb one day, but she believed all these little acts of kindness would pay off for her eventually.

Hell, maybe today was that day.

The elevator doors parted to reveal one of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen. Black curls peeked out beneath a navy beanie, his dark brown eyes bright from his mad dash for the elevator. Snow still clung to the broad shoulders of his peacoat and the tops of his boots, like he hadn’t had time to shake it off.

“Thank you,” the guy panted, slipping through the doors. He reached out to push the button for his floor only to find it already lit. “I’m so late,” he confessed.

“I’ll let you get off first, then.” She cleared her throat. “Get out first,” she corrected herself, repressing a laugh.

She could feel his eyes boring into the side of her face. She caved, her gaze drifting back to his, his eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement. His lips pressed together, rolling inward, as if to rein in the quick quip on the tip of his tongue. While Sawyer didn’t…