My younger brother hates me… he’s getting married. And of course, my mother is going to have a field day with me still being a bachelor. But love is for the birds. I don’t have time for that madness. So, a fake date from an agency will work in a pinch. Hope this poor damsel in distress is up for having to meet my wretched family. If she survives, I’ll have to give her a bonus. Or hire her for my lonelier nights. Much to my surprise, she’s not at all what I thought she would be. Curvy, bold, hilarious – everything I want in my life. This isn’t good. Why in the world would a woman like her sell her time to a man like me? Surely there’s more to her story than meets the eyes. Not my problem. I just need one thing from the delicious beauty. Fake it real good, baby. Fake it good.

She’s willing to fake it for money. Just my type of lady. But this isn’t just one night. I need twelve dates for a series of Christmas parties to promote my hotels. Being a forever bachelor means that I don’t have time for love or the games it plays. A fake date from an agency should solve my problems nicely. Not only is she stunning and everything I would choose if someone gave me a checklist, but she’s studying to become a surgeon. I’d gladly let her play doctor on me. \wink\ But this job isn’t an easy one. I need the world to believe this girl is my soul mate. My billion-dollar resorts all rest on one thing—romance. So we gotta go in hot and heavy, like heaven and hell couldn’t separate the love between us. I’ve got the money if she’s got the skills. Now I just need to NOT fall in love. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston

It’s time to fake it for the public. Selling love hasn’t given me the upper hand on love yet. But romance is messy and inconvenient. I’m interested in passion and pleasure. The rest is overrated. Unfortunately, a recent round of internet rumors might kill my billion-dollar business. Time to make a change. To look like the kind of guy that is interested in commitment. A fake fiancée for a month should prove to the clients that I’m not the playboy everyone thinks I am. What they don’t know won’t hurt them. Besides, my private life is, well, private! Luckily enough, this beautiful, curvy woman that takes the job wants something in return. Games are so fun when played correctly. She’ll be my fake anything as long as I use her family’s roses for all of my events. Done. Valentine’s will never be the same. And who cares about the future? Let’s just fake it for now? Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston

Needing a fake date in a hurry leads to intense awkwardness. Especially when your dumbass chooses a girl from the dating service that looks a little familiar. Like "we got drunk and married in Vegas one night" familiar. Cause we did. But she needs money badly. And taking the beautiful girl to Greece with me for the week isn’t going to be work at all. I fell for her once, and I can surely see why. My family is good with it until my grandmother uncovers our lie. To say she’s mad, mean, and vicious would be an understatement. But my family can take a backseat this time because this woman is mine. We’ll fake it for now, fake it for a while, and then… We’ll fake it for real.

My fake date is accidentally the girl I helped on prom night years ago. How these things happen, I’ll never know. I just need a fake date for my ex-girlfriend’s wedding. No way I’m going to it alone. And let her think she got the best of me? Nope. I’m happier single anyway. I have my company, my billions, and my planes. But back to the drama… I hire a girl to help me pretend my love life is put together, but she happens to be a blast from the past. We never dated, but I was there on prom night when her life fell apart. And being the good guy I am, I let her cry on my shoulder. But she’s not a girl anymore. And something about her has me wanting to break all the rules and give in. I’m falling hard, but her? She’s still faking it for love. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston

I need a fake date and a nanny, so let’s kill two birds with one stone? My billions were made in the family business—high-end jewelry. But with that money comes a reputation to keep. The upcoming gala in London has my parents on my back. I need a beautiful, curvy woman to pretend to be my one and only. And I know just the place to go. Faux’s always comes in clutch with a pretty girl for a pretty penny. She’s perfect as a nanny for my little girl as well. I’m not sure who’s falling in love with the woman faster—me or my daughter. But love never plays fair. My family wants me to find someone, but they have rules about who that should be. The beautiful, wild woman that’s stolen my heart and made me rethink my refined heritage isn’t going to cut it. And they make sure she knows. What we have might have started out as fake, but what we are is forever.

I’ve been lying to my family for two years. They think I’m married. Plot twist. I’m not. It’s unheard of for the oldest son in a wealthy family to be single. My mother makes sure I’m aware of this truth. Hell, it’s a downright sin for him to be married by Elvis in Vegas. But I needed to get my mother off my back, and sin seemed to do the trick. Two years later, I have to go back home to London for a traditional wedding ceremony for the marriage I faked. You know, to the wife I never married. No need to tell the girl I hire to be my fake wife about all the hoopla. She doesn’t need to know until D-Day. All my sexy companion has to do is play bride and “marry” me again, you know, for the first time. Then she gets a huge payday. And I can get back to building my empire in New York. Lucky, lucky girl. Something tells me that she’s going to want more than just my money though. She’s faking it for wealth, but I’m soon playing for keeps.

I need a fake date as Mrs. Claus to prance around town this holiday. And some lucky girl is about to have the ride of her life. In more ways than one. The pretty little thing that signs up for the job is almost too good to be true. Charity work is her middle name, and she’s beyond giving in the sheets. I’m a guy who can appreciate balance. A good girl with naughty-list tendencies? Sign me up. And once I get a taste of what I want, there’s no stopping me. She’s a gift I want to unwrap every night. The problem? She has ulterior motives. My sweet date has me sweating, and it’s not just for her curves. She’s only in it for her charity. But two can play that game, baby. This charade might have been fake to start, but now we’re both in too deep. I’ll make it so good she can’t fake it anymore. Kiss me under the mistletoe tonight for fun, but tomorrow? We’re gonna fake it for good, ‘cause this woman? She’s mine.

I need a fake date to get the Hollywood media off my back. I find her in the least expected place. On my brother’s arm at a Valentine’s event. Lucky for me, he’s willing to give her up. His loss, my gain. She’s thick and curvy in all the right places. A perfect handful. And pressing pause? That’s not happening. The Faux Agency was supposed to be a “no strings attached” deal. But I want her more than I should. And what does she want? If only I knew. My sexy temptress might have her eyes on another prize. This charade may have started as a ruse, but now? I’m playing for keeps.

Romance is a waste of time and energy. I’m not going deep with anyone. Let’s keep things on the shallow end of the pool. Where it’s easy to get out when I’m ready. Besides, my focus is on bigger things. Things that actually matter. Like changing the world. Until I need a sexy fake date to round out my image. Ridiculous as it is, it’s my only option. Something about me being aloof and arrogant. What? Me? No… But my date is more than a role to fill. She’s everything I’ve avoided in life so I don’t settle down. And she’s trouble. She’s keeping a secret from me that could destroy my reputation. And my business. Trusting her might have been a mistake. But loving her? That’s beyond faking at this point. This girl has her claws in me, and I hate to admit that I love it. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston

The first time I saw her, I had to have her. So I did. Four years later, I don’t expect to see her again, let alone hire her to be my fake date. But here we are. She’s just as fiery and sexy as I remember. She hates my guts and I love making her see red. It’s too easy to push her buttons. What started as a ruse to get my family off my back is now something real. She’s my fake girlfriend. So why do I feel protective of her? She’s mine on our contract paperwork. I need to make her mine in her soul, too. But if I don’t change my bad boy ways? I’ll lose her forever. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston