Someone To Love

One month. One fake boyfriend. One shot at forever. I've got four weeks to cross one thing off my bucket list-and it isn't exactly PG. I'm not the type to take risks, but when a friend battling cancer dares you to go big, you don't say no. My mission? Lose my V-card before my baby sister's wedding. Did I mention she's marrying my high school crush? Yeah. There's no way I'm walking into that ceremony as the awkward, untouched older sister. Enter single dad Ian Barlowe-my sinfully hot, NFL legend neighbor, who owes me big time after his daughter breaks into my house. He offers to make amends by playing my fake boyfriend. How can I say no? It should be easy enough-except nothing about Ian feels fake. The chemistry? Explosive. His unexpected sweetness? Heart-melting. And the way he seems to like me just as I am? Ruh, roh. Here's the thing-I don't do vulnerability, and neither does he. But as the line between pretend and real starts to blur-especially in the bedroom-I wonder if happily-ever-after is a game we can win. I set out to score one for the bucket list, but now I'm playing for keeps. And if we're not careful, I might lose my heart in the final play.

One month. One fake boyfriend. One shot at forever. I've got four weeks to cross one thing off my bucket list-and it isn't exactly PG. I'm not the type to take risks, but when a friend battling cancer dares you to go big, you don't say no. My mission? Lose my V-card before my baby sister's wedding. Did I mention she's marrying my high school crush? Yeah. There's no way I'm walking into that ceremony as the awkward, untouched older sister. Enter single dad Ian Barlowe-my sinfully hot, NFL legend neighbor, who owes me big time after his daughter breaks into my house. He offers to make amends by playing my fake boyfriend. How can I say no? It should be easy enough-except nothing about Ian feels fake. The chemistry? Explosive. His unexpected sweetness? Heart-melting. And the way he seems to like me just as I am? Ruh, roh. Here's the thing-I don't do vulnerability, and neither does he. But as the line between pretend and real starts to blur-especially in the bedroom-I wonder if happily-ever-after is a game we can win. I set out to score one for the bucket list, but now I'm playing for keeps. And if we're not careful, I might lose my heart in the final play.