June 17, 2024


Needed: Fake boyfriend for destination wedding

I came out to my parents when I was fifteen. Sadly, this has never stopped my mother from finding lovely young women for me to date. My sister suggests I bring my own date to her destination wedding. Problem is, I don’t know how to find dates. The only man I’ve spoken to recently is my roommate. My way too hot–straight–roommate. My sister says I should ask him to play my boyfriend. It’ll be fun, she says. 

Now I’m sitting next to him on a plane and I constantly have to adjust myself so he doesn’t notice that I’m into him. 

In a few hours we’ll be at our hotel, sharing the only bed in the room.

I don’t know how I’ll survive this wedding without exploding. 

I do know I’ll never listen to my sister again. 

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New Year’s resolution: Get V-Card stamped 

Wesley Moore is a walking wet dream. Literally. He’s on the school’s swim team – and absolutely gorgeous in Speedos. He also has a reputation. I figured he’d be perfect to pop my cherry with no strings attached. One night. That was all I wanted. 

How was I supposed to know that he’s made a bet with his roommate to fix his reputation? 

How was I supposed to know he wants romance now? 

I’m not looking for a boyfriend. My crazy family would never accept Wes…or any other boy I brought home. 

I need to get him to sleep with me before I fall for him, and there’s only one way to do it. Lace. I’ve got a whole box full of secret weapons, and I’m not afraid to use them. 

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There are a couple of reasons I shouldn’t crush on Zach Stauff. 

  1. He’s my big brother’s best friend. 
  2. He’s my roommate. 
  3. He’s straight. 

None of those things matter when I’m around him, and my heart starts beating like crazy. He’s been the star of my wet dreams since forever, but to him, I’m just the kid who used to eat mudcakes. That is, until he walks in on me playing with a cucumber – without my clothes on. Worse, I was on camera streaming to an online audience when he witnessed the “cucumber incident”.

Now he’s probably got a very different image of me. 

My subscribers say we should make out. They say they’d pay good money for the show. 

I can’t ask Zach to do that. 

But what if this is my best chance to touch something that isn’t a vegetable? 

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Size doesn’t matter…unless you’re tiny.

I thought I found the guy. You know, that guy? The one that makes your knees go weak with one look? I found him. And then he dropped his pants and I climbed out the window. Oh, not because the size of his anaconda scared me, not at all. But because I didn’t want to show him mine.

Life isn’t easy when your trouser snake is more of a trouser tadpole.

I’ve got a plan to fix that, though. Aunt Rosy is hosting a couple’s competition. All I have to do is win it, grab the prize money and get surgery to make myself bigger. The only problem? The guy Aunt Rosy’s match-making app chooses as my partner for this competition.

It’s the anaconda guy.

And I don’t think I’m over him.

He’s arrogant, aloof, and his smirk makes me want to punch him. I shouldn’t let him get to me, but he’s always known how to push my buttons.

12 days of gay. That’s the name of the video contest my boss wants to host this Christmas. Three couples, four short videos, each inspired by a line of the famous song. I signed up to be part of one of the couples competing, only then my friend dropped out.

Now my boss wants me to form a couple with her nephew—who happens to be the hottest man alive. Too bad he’s also a jerk.

Thing is, he might be my best shot at winning this contest and getting myself he money I need to start college. I can suffer through a few filming sessions with him for that, can’t I? Put him in some really ridiculous outfits so I can forget how firm his abs are.

It almost works too. Almost. Until I have to touch him. Kiss him.

Lord help me.

I don’t know how I’m going to get through this holiday season with my sanity intact.