1. That we don't know what we want. That one is straight up BS. I know exactly what I want—to win this bet with my cousins by any means necessary even if it means finding the worst possible date in all of Harbor City and agreeing to whatever she asks in exchange for her pretending to fall for me.
2. That we are soft, little wimps. Yeah, you don't get to be CEO of a multibillion dollar company by letting other people take advantage of you. So as soon as I realize my date Fiona Hartigan isn't exactly who she appears to be, there's nothing that will stop me from figuring out the truth—no matter how many dates it takes to unravel that mystery.
3. That we don't know how to kiss. Oh yes we do. The only problem is that once I start kissing Fiona, I don't want to stop and I have to because we've already agreed that all of this is temporary.
Now I'm the guy that every woman wants to bring home to mom—except for the woman I'm fake dating and falling in love with for real.
When Avery Flynn isn't writing about alpha heroes and the women who tame them, she is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip. She has three slightly wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband, and has a slight shoe addiction. Find out more about Avery on her website, follow her on Twitter, like her on her Facebook page, or friend her on her Facebook profile. Also, if you figure out how to send Oreos through the internet, she'll be your best friend for life. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org. She'd love to hear from you.