The Rock Bottom Series

Guys like Tucker Moore don't date girls like me. His boring ol' washboard abs look like they were sculpted by the gods, and I have more curves than a backroad in a country song. He can charm the panties off anyone, but I am better off hiding behind my camera lens. He's my next-door neighbor and the definition of a bad idea. I have no business thinking about him, and I should have pushed him out of my dreams the moment he showed up.

How do you screw up your life in three steps? Easy. Step one: Graduate from college with no prospective jobs lined up. Step two: Move back home with your parents because no job unfortunately equals no money. Step 3: Forget to social media stalk the guy who broke your heart before accepting a job in a town with a smaller population than a frat party on a Wednesday night.

From the moment I lay eyes on Liam, I know he's exactly what I want. Not for a lifetime, just for one night. But as sure as I am that one night between us would rock both of our worlds, he's equally as sure that the two of us are a horrible idea...until he needs me. One week, a fake relationship, and an offer I can't refuse. The pet names? Bogus. The details of our whirlwind romance? Completely fabricated. The way he kisses me? That feels way too real.