Having a date with a sexy new man each week? Easy.
Keeping my secret identity hidden? Oh crap!
I’m in a world of trouble.
My disguises are as sexy as the incredible men I’m meeting. And my body is doing things that are so hot I’m going to implode. But my crazy dare to have a steamy encounter at least once a week for one year is spiraling out of control.
When a sexy hunk with muscles in all the right places teases me into taking an uncharacteristic risk, instead of backing out, I dive in deeper.
I’m in one hell of a hot mess and I don’t know how to stop it.
Is my double life about to come undone?