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Beck Clermont controlled them all. He was arrogant and conceited, and from the moment I met him, he had made up his mind about me. Dangerously handsome and wickedly cruel, he had no intention of letting me spend my senior year under the radar.

Rich. Vicious. Vengeful. Forbidden. The Boys of Clermont Bay had always been untouchable. And Carson Hale was the worst of them all. He was pretentious and a player, and he had hated me for so long I forgot that we were ever anything more than enemies. Brutally beautiful and savagely heartless, his only plan was to ruin everything I loved.

Devoted. Loyal. Shameless. The Boys of Clermont Bay had been my protectors for as long as I could remember. And Olly Warner took the job to heart. He was intense and all-consuming, and I had been in love with him for years. Alarmingly handsome and recklessly charming, he attempted to deny there was ever anything between us. But we slipped over that invisible line, and the moment we gave in, something fractured. He was leaving regardless, and I couldn’t hang on tight enough for the both of us. Olly had always been the boy I could never have, but I couldn’t help losing myself in him.

From the moment I lay eyes on Liam, I know he's exactly what I want. Not for a lifetime, just for one night. But as sure as I am that one night between us would rock both of our worlds, he's equally as sure that the two of us are a horrible idea...until he needs me. One week, a fake relationship, and an offer I can't refuse. The pet names? Bogus. The details of our whirlwind romance? Completely fabricated. The way he kisses me? That feels way too real.

Guys like Tucker Moore don't date girls like me. His boring ol' washboard abs look like they were sculpted by the gods, and I have more curves than a backroad in a country song. He can charm the panties off anyone, but I am better off hiding behind my camera lens. He's my next-door neighbor and the definition of a bad idea. I have no business thinking about him, and I should have pushed him out of my dreams the moment he showed up.

How do you screw up your life in three steps? Easy. Step one: Graduate from college with no prospective jobs lined up. Step two: Move back home with your parents because no job unfortunately equals no money. Step 3: Forget to social media stalk the guy who broke your heart before accepting a job in a town with a smaller population than a frat party on a Wednesday night.