One reckless night at an exclusive, anonymous club was meant to distract me from my troubles, not make them worse.

Then I find out that the masked stranger I shared an intimate encounter with was none other than Tate King, the King Group’s billionaire chief of marketing, infamous playboy, and my brother’s old college roommate.

As much as I want to pretend that night at the club never happened, Tate won't let me. He proposes a deal, one that will help deflect the tabloids’ attention from their favorite target, while offering a lifeline to my struggling coffee shop. Fake date New York’s most notorious bachelor? It sounds crazy, but desperation decides for me.

I convinced myself years ago that I was immune to Tate’s charm, but every touch, every kiss, every secret spilled, blurs the line between make-believe and reality. As our lives grow more entangled, I realize the hardest part of this charade won’t be maintaining our act, it will be trying not to fall for the man I'm pretending to love.

Because he may have proven that there’s far more to him than his reputation, but one question remains.

If Tate’s never been willing to risk his own heart, can I ever trust him with mine?