According to the law of attraction, women and men can’t be friends. Contrary to this myth, my friendship with Coriander Phillips does not rest on unrequited love or un-actualized lust. We’ve been inseparable since the day I pulled one of her pigtails and she punched me in the gut. She’s hilarious, fun to hang out with. Together, we’re like peanut butter and jelly, spaghetti and meatballs, wings and beer. A match made in heaven. She’s the bomb. Did I mention she’s smokin’ hot? I’ve checked her out…maybe once or twice. Hey, I’m a guy. Seriously, no awkwardness, no secret yearning for our relationship to escalate beyond the purely platonic. I’m the boy friend—the loyal shoulder she cries on, the dispenser of coffee, sympathy, hugs, advice, and affection with no expectations. Until the invisible line between friends and lovers became blurry. Now I want more. I want her. All I have to do is convince her we can be more than friends. Right? If only it were that easy.

Marriage. The final frontier. The end of dating. The number one cause of divorce. I bet you every man who is about to take the plunge experiences a wide range of feelings. As a guy, whose wedding day is only seven days away, I know this. Anxiety—Nerves are kicking in. Yeah, even confident, cocky guys like me are bound to face nuptial stage fright. Let’s face it, forever is kind of a long time, right? Excitement—Coriander and I are going to make it official. I’m marrying my best friend, the one I laugh with, live for, dream with. Nothing can top this moment. That is until I got the biggest surprise of my life… \\\While this book can be read as a standalone, it is highly recommended to read The Boy Friend first to avoid any spoilers.\\\

Rule #1: Don’t fall in love. As a single dad, my life revolves around my daughter. No complaints…until my ex-wife forces my hand over custody. I needed a cover story. In steps Katharine Morello. My best friend’s sister is ready and willing to be my fake fiancée. Overnight we’re engaged. A temporary arrangement. No sex. No strings attached. No complications. Easy, right? Not quite. The last few months, I’ve been doing dirty things to her in my imagination. But that’s all they’ll ever be. Fantasies. Rule #2: Don’t give in to temptation. Neither of us is looking for a relationship. Been there. Done that. Even drank the Kool-Aid. So, you see, I can resist beautiful, sexy Katharine. It doesn’t matter she’s hot as f\*ck with an amazing personality to boot. All I have to do is NOT touch her. I’ve got this. Spoiler Alert…One night make-believe merges with reality. Sparks fly—and burn. Now I want her. All of her. Rule #3: See rule #1—don’t fall in love. Man. Hindsight’s a bitch.