Number 1

Working in Hollywood meant Jessica Dawson was used to lying. As an assistant to one of the biggest agents in town, biting her tongue and spewing out sugarcoated untruths, were an almost daily occurrence. But, fabricating alternate realities never spilled into her personal life, until three months ago when she told the biggest lie of all. While her dear gran lay on her deathbed, Jessica mentioned she'd met her soul mate. It had been Gran's last wish to see all her grandkids settled down before she went to see Jesus. And, as the only one still single, Jessica didn't have the heart to disappoint her. No one expected Gran to make a miraculous recovery. Now, Gran was expecting to meet Jessica's perfect man at her cousin's wedding, which meant she needed to find a perfect man fast. Hiring a professional was the only solution. Enter Dave Larsson, younger brother to one of Hollywood's elite. Sexy, funny and just as smoldering hot as his super-famous sibling-he had talent and charm to spare. But, most importantly, he was affordable and available. All she needed to do was haul Dave home, have him meet Gran and the family, then shortly after the wedding, "break up" with him. It was either that, or admit to her #1 Lie. Only thing she didn't plan on was the bigger lie she would need to tell herself when it was time to let him go.

Landing a writing gig in Hollywood was just as difficult as becoming an actor, and something Claire Becker had learned the hard way. Sure, she didn't have to conform to ridiculous beauty standards and give up her love for raw cookie dough, but the sting of rejection burned all the same. The only things that kept her sane were her two amazing roommates and her guilty pleasure-writing fan-fiction. Getting lost in her own world, she'd forget that she had yet to land her dream job, and instead spent time with her dream man-Nick Larsson. Well, at least in the literary sense. Too bad he wasn't aware or an active participant-her fictional love life, outstanding. Tall, good-looking and sexy beyond comprehension, Nick Larsson not only had a famous last name-and four equally smoldering brothers, but was talented beyond belief. A star on the rise with a critically acclaimed series, his body and face were what fantasy scripts-and dreams-were made of. Made for some pretty, steamy writing opportunities too. And yes, it was probably "wrong" for Claire to objectify him, but it wasn't like anyone knew about it. Just her, and her two amazing, supportive roommates. Or, at least they were amazing and supportive, and bound to be missed after Claire killed them. In a moment of unexplained insanity, one of them, or both, each as bad as the other-sent her latest installments to the man himself. Cue panic of epic proportions. All Claire needed to do was sneak into his apartment and retrieve the misappropriated story before Nick, or anyone else, read it and mistook her for a creepy stalker. Although, breaking and entering probably wouldn't convince anyone to the contrary either. Claire was going to get the best material of her life, or end up with a restraining order. Either way, the story was getting a hell of lot more interesting.