Waking up in my ex’s brother’s bed is making our fake relationship seem all too real.
Connor Jessup is the last thing I need complicating my life.
But his publicist proposes a deal that could launch my career.
Fake date Connor through the playoffs,
And the exclusive stories I crave to write are mine.
Then stage the perfect break-up spectacle for the world to devour.
All I have to do is pretend to like him. Easy, right?
But when Connor demands a kiss to test our chemistry,
I’m instantly in over my head.
The kiss is way too intense for just a formality.
Suddenly, every fabricated date becomes a thrill, drawing us closer.
Each fiery touch, each scorching look, our clothes scattered on the floor.
It’s all part of the act…until it isn’t.
