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Marissa Appearance is everything to my upper-crust mother, but when she insists I take back my pedigreed-but-cheating ex? Id rather stab myself with a salad fork. So I blurt out Im dating someone new. Someone likethat smoking-hot, vaguely familiar guy across the restaurant, who could be the next James Bond. Turns out hes the star of my favorite, cheesy, sci-fi soap opera. (Dont judge me.) One minute Im fantasizing about Borg and his green-hued abs. The next, Simon Dale is making me an offer my sex-starved body cant refuse. Simon Im up for a breakout movie role thatll launch me off the B-list, but I dont need a script to read the scene between Marissa and her mum. Even though Im a London gutter rat who never rubbed elbows with a Royal, I easily slip into the role of Marissas doting boyfriend. Why? I need a favor in return a steady girlfriend, just long enough to convince the producers Ive changed my wild ways. Trouble is, Im going all Method on this relationshipand close to losing the one thing that could break me. My heart.