When your grandmother mistakes your hot neighbor for your boyfriend, you play along. But what happens when you wish you weren’t just pretending? I haven’t stopped face-palming myself since the moment I decided to let my grandmother assume Cash Walker was my boyfriend. I was supposed to impress her that day—show her that I’m mature enough to handle my inheritance—not prove to her that I’m not. I thought convincing Cash to play along in exchange for a small portion of the money would fix everything, but I was wrong. And now I’m stuck. Stuck dating a man who thinks his smile is enough to send goosebumps across my skin. Stuck hiding those goosebumps every time he flashes his pearly whites my way. Stuck living a lie that part of me wishes was the truth. As much as I want to walk away from this whole convoluted mess, I can’t. I need that inheritance, and I need it bad. If Grandmother finds out I haven’t been honest, I’m sunk. No inheritance means no studio time for me. No studio time means no music career. No music career means I’ll never make my dream of following in my mother’s footsteps come true. But the hardest part about this whole situation is now that I’m fake-dating the flirtiest man alive, the fake part just isn’t working for me anymore. With only days left to play our parts, time is running out for me to find a way to make up for my mistakes and make Cash mine for real. ***Be sure to check out the first book in the Love at First Laugh series, The Worst Vacation Crush. Both of these hilarious, stand-alone romantic comedies will make you laugh 'til you cry and swoon 'til you sigh.