It was supposed to be about networking. It wasn’t supposed to change my life.

Running my own massage business can be hard, so when a tech company offered me a good day’s pay and a chance to get new clients, it was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.

But I wasn’t prepared for Ian.

I loved being single, and he totally wasn’t my type. So, when he asked me out, I only said yes to be nice. I may have felt sorry for him—at least that’s what I told myself—and I figured there was no way an IT nerd could handle a heartbreaker like me.

Only he handled me well. A little too well. And now the person I feel sorry for is myself. Because I was the one falling for him, and it looks like my heart might be the one that gets broken.

A chance he’ll go for someone like me?
Only one way to find out.

An average romance author? ✓

Lately, the only romance action I’ve gotten is from my novels.

A gorgeous cover model? ✓

He’s handsome and nice and way out of my league.

A serious crush? ✓

I should know better, yet, I can’t help but fall for him.

A chance I can make him mine? 

Only one way to find out: Put him on a book cover and ask him to a book signing.

Only one way to find out.

The Goal:

Find a fake girlfriend to prove to my boss I’m not a flight risk.

The Plan:

Blackmail Sloan Zehler when I catch her messing with my brother’s car.

The Agreement:

Five Dates.

The Execution:

Pretend to date, pretend to care for each other, but no sex.

And definitely don’t fall in love.

Texting the wrong number never felt so right.

It started with a not-so-innocent text that I’d meant to send to the guy I was casually dating. Things had been moving slowly, and I’d decided it was time to spice things up.

Me: I need you to come over. I want to feel you inside me.

Him: Who is this?

Me: Indy. Who’s this?

Him: Wrong number.

Me: Oh crap. I’m sorry.

Him: I’m not. What’s your address?

Now, I have to decide whether I want to block him and text the guy I meant to in the first place. Or do something outrageously bold and tell him to come over.

Me: . . .

My First Mistake:

Breaking up with my boyfriend right before I turn thirty.

Second Mistake:

Requesting my expert-in-the-sack best friend, Griffin, give me a leg-shaking orgasm as a birthday gift.

My Third Mistake:

Lying to myself that I wouldn’t fall for my best friend just because we slept together.

My Fourth Mistake:

Accidentally telling Griffin I love him.
And losing our friendship forever.

Dear Lydia,
I need help with my neighbor.
She doesn’t like me, but I can’t stop thinking about having sex with her. Half of me wants to fuck her, and the other half wants to choke her. Or choke her while I fuck her.
How do I put her out of my mind?
Sincerely,
Guy Problems

Who’s Lydia? That’s me, an advice columnist.

Who’s Guy Problems? My sexy neighbor (hiding behind his computer screen).

What’s the problem? I need his help. Even though he’s the last person I want to ask.

Guy Problems is about to become my guy problem.