Faking It

FUBAR.

The day my life fell apart, I was introduced to this term. It's comforting to know there's one word that completely defines my life.

Go ahead. Look it up. And right next to the term, you might see a picture of me as the example, sweltering in a forty-pound princess gown in front of my castle beside a kiddie coaster . . . and flanked by the sexiest piece of man candy that ever walked this earth: Dylan Sheridan.

The same Dylan Sheridan who's an Olympic medalist turned MMA fighter turned billionaire entrepreneur. The same Dylan Sheridan who destroyed my best fantasy the moment I realized he's just a cock-sure narcissist who thinks I have a single-digit IQ.

And I won't fall for him. Even when my life spirals out of control and he's the only one who reaches into the hurricane to pull me out.

Because even though you see his rock-hard body standing by my side . . . we're just faking it.

Contains mature themes.