A little white lie never hurt anyone . . . or so I thought.

One fake date and we'd go our separate ways, at least that's how hockey's hottest golden boy-Nixon Sinclair-convinced me this would work. But it turns out, Nix had other plans.

Now I'm sneaking around with my brother's teammate, refusing to admit he's everything I want but never knew I needed.

Irresistibly dirty mouth-Check.

Panty-meltingly possessive-Check. Check.

Toe-curling lessons in the bedroom-Check. Check. Triple Check.

But when fun leads to feelings, our little white lie starts to feel a little too real.

And if I'm not careful, I'll be the one hurt in the end.