The Perfect Girl

Seventy-two hours. One Camden registry office. Twelve months on paper.

Felix “Fix” Grant plays drums for Velvet Static — too loud, too fast, too much, by every account but his own. He has never finished a tour without losing something important. He has never met a woman he wanted to keep. He has, until now, been very comfortable with both of those things.

Then his best mate’s American houseguest gets her career torched by a scandal she didn’t commit, and Fix offers her the only thing he’s ever owned outright: his name.

Rachel Rivers is Houston-bred, Wharton-trained, and exactly seventy-two hours from deportation when she says yes. She does not love him. She is not going to love him. She is going to live in his flat above a kebab shop for twelve months, keep her hands to herself, and go home to rebuild what someone else destroyed.

What neither of them planned for was the bed. Or the questions whispered in the dark. Or the way a man who can’t remember to buy milk remembers, exactly, the way she takes her tea.

The Perfect Girl is a marriage-of-convenience rock star romance set against the chaos and neon of Camden’s post-punk heyday. Funny. Filthy. Tender as a bruise.

For fans of drummers who fall first, women who don’t believe in love until they accidentally do, and the slow, glorious unmaking of a plan.