Maddox

The reason I rarely go back home is three simple words: I’m a liar.

When the pressure to marry my childhood sweetheart became an excessive amount of, I informed her I had been gay and fled to NY like my ass was on fire.

Now, five years later on and after a drunken encounter, I find myself invited to her wedding ceremony. And I must bring my boyfriend-the partner who doesn’t can be found because I’m straight.

At least, I believe I am. Getting together with the guy I’m bribing to become my boyfriend for the weekend makes me issue about Fake Out everything about myself.

Damon

When my sister asks me to pretend to be some straight guy’s boyfriend, my automatic response is to say no. It is because of men like him people don’t trust me when I inform them I’m gay.

But Maddox has something I need.

After a personal injury that cost me my baseball career, I’m aiming to leave my playing days behind and concentrate on being the very best sports agent I could be. Forty-eight hours with my sister’s closest friend in exchange for a gathering with a feasible client. I can do this.

I just wish he wasn’t thus hot. Or that he didn’t kiss like he means it.

Wait . how come the straight man kissing me?

Contains mature themes.