From the Riley Locke desk
The Dating Plan is the fake-relationship canon's engineering build: Sara Desai takes the fake-engagement premise and gives it to a heroine who approaches it the way she approaches software, with requirements, sprints, and a strict no-feelings specification that the reader correctly identifies as the bug. The desk shelves it for the comedy, keeps it for the aunties, and cites it as proof that the trope's oldest machinery runs beautifully on new fuel.
Daisy Patel is a software engineer with a firm policy against romance, a family with a firmer policy against her policy, and a childhood wound with a name. Liam Murphy was her brother's best friend, the boy who was supposed to take her to prom and simply never came. Ten years later Liam is a venture capitalist with excellent shoulders and a dead grandfather whose will attaches the family whiskey distillery to a marriage clause, because wills in this genre are always written by retired matchmakers. When Daisy, cornered at a conference by her matchmaking aunties, blurts that she is engaged to the nearest familiar face, the face belongs to Liam, and the ledger balances itself — she gets the aunties managed, he gets the distillery, nobody gets feelings, per the specification. The contract, drafted with actual clauses, is the book's best running joke, because every clause exists to be breached and both parties know which ones they are guarding.
What the desk admires is the way Desai runs the reunion wound underneath the farce. The prom no-show was not carelessness, and the slow disclosure of why — a teenage boy's chaotic home, a choice made in shame — reframes the enemies-adjacent hostility as two people who hurt each other before either had the vocabulary for it. Daisy's family, meanwhile, is the book's engine of warmth: intrusive, hilarious, and correct about nearly everything, in the way of aunties everywhere.
Honest notices: the corporate subplot resolves conveniently and the miscommunication quota is genre-standard; the comedy carries both. Content notes for parental abandonment, gently handled. Heat is high and arrives well argued.
Who is this for? Fake-engagement readers who want the paperwork literal, engineers and those who love them despite the specification, and anyone whose family considers their single status a group project. The sprint ends on time, the retro is all feelings, and the desk notes that Desai's adjacent novels run the same warm machinery through the same extended universe of meddling relations. Marry into the series. The aunties would approve of your commitment, and they will say so, at length, over dinner.