Indi Falcone, owner of the popular book store, Romantic Hours, is writing her own romance. But there is a problem. She is having trouble creating a believable hero. She sees Max Avery as vividly masculine and heroic but on paper he is anything but. So she has joined her friend, Diana, on a tropical island holiday, thinking a change of scenery might fix the problem.
It's not working.
And then she has a humiliating encounter beside the pool and meets a tall and dark, very gorgeous but seriously arrogant male, who makes her blood boil. With anger – or is that something else?
A second encounter with the same stranger, who is not in a good mood (again), and appears to think she is someone else, does nothing for her previously calm and happy disposition.
Then she is presented with a striking look-alike of herself. How can this be? Ginni Hunter is a model on assignment for a swimwear company and her photographer is the same grumpy stranger Indi keeps having encounters with.
In a weak frivolous moment, fueled by several glasses of wine, the look-alikes decide to swap places for a laugh. Ginni flies back to Auckland and Indi's bookshop, and Indi takes her place in front of the camera – after a ten minute drunken crash course in modeling and book selling.
Quickly realising the potential repercussions of their childish prank, both girls want out – but with an ocean and a modeling schedule between them, along with a cranky photographer and snooping agency boss, it seems they will have to ride the nightmare out.
Briefly, things improve for Indi when Tash arrives at her room, looking like he has just stepped off the pages of Male Fashion Quarterly, to take her out to dinner. Just as their relationship looks like it's taken a turn, definitely for the better after a night of mind-blowing passion, Tash's very sexy and gorgeous ex-wife arrives on the island. And it's not a suntan she's looking for.