Everyone knows that when gamer guys you flirt with online tell you they’re in love with you, they’re just trying get into your avatar’s panties. They’re never as hot as they say they are, or as rich as they claim to be. Gamer guys lie all the time. Too my grandmother didn’t understand that when she decided to invite two of them out to the island for a visit. She’s convinced that her crafty plan will end with me happily married and popping out great-grandkids for her to cuddle. I know the it will end in disaster. After all, I’ve told a few little white lies myself. How was I supposed to know that Ryker really was a hunky virgin firefighter who’d been in love with me since we started gaming together when we were sixteen? And, come on. No one would REALLY have believed that the adorkable Kiaan had sold his app for a cool fifty million at the tender age of twenty five. At least… not until he arrived in his helicopter.