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 romance author, a cover model, a book signing … a crush. Ordinary women like me know we shouldn’t fall for beautiful men like Travis Zehler, one of the hottest cover models in romance fiction. But, sometimes, we can’t help ourselves. When I meet him at a book signing, my attraction to him is instant. I’m infatuated, and I can’t stop thinking about him. Even though I have doubts he’d ever be interested, I invite Travis to attend a book signing with me. And he says yes. My fantasy comes true when he takes me to his bed, and the more time we spend together, the more I see that Travis isn’t some object to be desired. He’s a man with a past. A man who’s been burned. A man who’s learned to keep his guard up. I want to show him he can trust again, but when our confidence in each other is shaken, I begin to wonder if happily ever afters are only for my romance novels.

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.

An alternate cover for this ASIN can be found here. 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 is Lydia? Me, the advice columnist. Who is Guy Problems? My sexy neighbor (in disguise). What’s the problem? I need his help, even though we don’t like each other. Guy Problems is about to become my guy problem.