If you win the bet, we’ll let you disappear. If you lose, you’ll be trapped on stage forever. Charlie I'm definitely straight, but when rock god Eli Steele offers me the opportunity of a lifetime in exchange for being his fake husband for a year, I can't say no. That's how I find myself sharing a bed - and more than a few kisses - with the lead singer of Blood Money. All I have to do is stay focused on my work and pretend to be in love with him. Easy, right? Eli I took a stupid fucking bet and now I have to convince Charlie to fall for me without using mind control. He's straight, but the bigger problem is that he's human and I'm not. Once he finds out I'm really a vampire, will he be able to look past my fangs and see what's in my heart?