With regards to women, I understand what they need. And all day long, I provide it to them. Dark, broody, and sexy? You have it. Have to laugh? I’m your guy. In need of something to put you in the feeling? You’ve arrive to the proper place, kitten.

Each morning when my library opens, there are a line across the block, the ladies flocking if you ask me looking for their next book boyfriend. I’m that dude. The one who understands his way across the romance section. And if you believe that hasn’t obtained me a lot of action about Stud in the Stacks over time, you’d be incorrect.

But I made hook miscalculation at work, and now my popularity has my work in danger. If I can’t prove to my boss that I’m more than a playboy who suggests romance in the hopes of getting some hanky panky in the stacks, I’m going for the unemployment collection.

Enter Parker Elliott. She rocks a mean electric guitar, she’s no idea how sexy she actually is, and she’s in need of a temporary false boyfriend.

Best of all? She does not have a collection cards. I couldn’t have found a better fake fiancee if I’d created her myself.

Contains mature themes.