Two men, one lie, and a whole bunch of trouble.

Marty Valdez is in serious trouble. His sister’s wedding is around the corner, and everyone expects to meet Marty’s super-successful underwear model boyfriend—whom Marty invented. Now Marty has to produce a half-naked hottie or suffer the worst humiliation of his life.

FBI agent Luke Myers is in serious trouble. He’s been working undercover to take down a dangerous drug cartel, but his cover’s blown and he needs to disappear. Luckily, a geeky yet intriguing comic book artist gives him the perfect opportunity. Luke just has to pretend to be his boyfriend, and pretending is what he does best. But between Marty’s mother and his ex, Luke might’ve bitten off more than he can chew, and Marty’s knack for finding trouble might ruin more than just his sister’s wedding.

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“Can we go through it one more time? Please?”

 

Tim rubbed his temples and took a deep breath. “My name is Tim Drake. I’m an underwear model who works in California.”

 

“Los Angeles, to be exact,” Marty added with a grin.

 

“Who works in Los Angeles, California. You and I met at your friend Brian’s place—” Tim stopped rubbing his forehead, which seemed to really be hurting him for some reason, and stared at Marty. “Is this the same Brian you told me you were meeting at Pegasus?”

 

“Yup.”

 

“Is Brian real?”

 

“Nope.”

 

Tim studied him carefully. “Should you be on medication?”

 

“Quite possibly, but can we deal with one disaster at a time?” he asked.

 

“I suppose you’re right,” Tim said. “Okay. So you and I met at Brian’s house. He was throwing a party for some friends of his, which just so happens to include underwear models from California.” He rolled his eyes. “Who believes this shit?”

 

“Don’t judge,” Marty said with a frown. “I get nervous and say the first thing that pops out of my mouth.”

 

“Well, you really need to think these things through,” he said. “Getting people to believe what you’re selling comes with all the little details.”

 

“That sounds like the voice of experience talking.”

 

Tim flashed a grin that made Marty forget to breathe. “I’ve woven a tall tale or two,” Tim said with a proud jut of his chin.

 

Marty had to fight the urge to run his fingernails through the blond stubble that shadowed Tim’s jawline. “Well, you can teach me how to be a better liar later. Right now, we have to deal with the tale currently in play.”

 

“You’re right,” he agreed. “Now where was I?”

 

“Brian’s party.”

 

“Right. We met at Brian’s party. Over at the punch bowl.” Tim eyed Marty.

 

“I know. Lame. Will you just continue?”

 

“So while we were at the punch bowl, I asked if I could pour you a drink. You said yes and we hung out, talked, and for some reason we played Halo on your friend Brian’s PS4 until two in the morning.”

 

“Christian hates video games,” Marty said.

 

“Ah, now that makes sense,” Tim replied with a nod. “You would want the new boyfriend to like all the things the old boyfriend hated.”

 

“Exactly,” Marty said, starting the car’s engine. “Quiz time.”

 

“Oh, for crying out loud!”

 

“What’s my sister’s name?”

 

“Sophia,” Tim answered through gritted teeth.

 

“And my parents?”

 

“Emiliano and Alma, but I’m to address them as Mr. and Mrs. Valdez.”

 

Marty was just about to ask another question when Tim continued on.

 

“Your father was born in Kingsville, but his family moved here when he was nine. Your mother’s family emigrated from Mexico when she was a teenager. She has an older brother who still lives in Mexico and two younger sisters. Your sister’s fiancé is Daniel Nelson, but everyone calls him Danny. Christian Wilder is your ex and a jerk, and you are currently a freelance artist.” He stopped, resting the full weight of his baby blues upon Marty. Marty’s pulse quickened. “Did I forget anything?”

 

Marty swallowed hard. “Nope. Not a thing.”

 

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