What could be so hard about unlocking the heart of a Hollywood big shot? It’s my job, after all—I’m his life coach.
Liam Wright is my biggest headache—err, client—yet.
Sure, his mom forced him into it, worried he’ll never settle down.
But I was all set to find him true love.
Problem is, Liam isn’t buying what I’m selling. Not even a little.
He’d rather flip the script.
Now, he’s paying me to pose as his girlfriend, a performance to keep his mom happy.
Yep, we’re knee-deep in mommy issues.
And I’m just his prop.
But soon, every staged kiss starts to feel alarmingly real.
Are we just playing our parts too well?
Because if his touches are all fake, then he deserves an Oscar.
