From Wall Street Journal Best Selling Author, Willow Winters comes a steamy, small-town romance. until it isn\'t.. . .
It\'s just a bet; just a lie .
Like when he holds me at night, I pretend I don\'t want to lay in his bed every night.
Like when he whispers my name, I pretend it doesn\'t make my heart flip.
As if I don\'t want more...
He\'s mine for as long as I keep on pretending like this is just for fun.
That I could change him.
That it\'s all a lie and I\'m fooling myself by thinking he could want more.
He\'s addictive and I can\'t bring myself to accept the reality. and then more.
Worse, a first date, a first kiss...
But drinks and a bet led to something it shouldn\'t have: a fake relationship.
Period.
Commitment. the opposite.
I\'m looking for ...
He\'s a bartender with noncommittal tendencies.
We were never meant to be together.
A drunken bet that led to a fake relationship? My naive little heart still hoped it would last...
From Wall Street Journal Best Selling Author, Willow Winters comes a steamy, small-town romance
