How could I be falling for my fake boyfriend….

It was probably the dimple.

Or it could have been the broad, finely honed, chiseled, muscular chest- the one that was so perfectly sculpted it would have made Michaelangelo rethink his inspiration for David.

Or maybe it was the ass so tight a quarter would bounce off and cause bodily harm as it ricocheted away like a deranged boomerang.

Crap!

Focus, Mira!

Whatever it was that drew me to him like an innocent moth being led to a flaming death, I needed to figure it out, and fast!

I could not be falling for the man who insulted me the first night we met.

How was I supposed to spend the next six months pretending to be the girlfriend of the arrogant star quarterback who managed to weasel his way under my skin?

Our arrangement was supposed to be simple.

Mutually beneficial.

Temporary.

Like glorified strangers orbiting in each other's presence.

The famous model on the arm of the championship winning football player.

A terrible cliche.

Nothing more.

I hadn’t anticipated my reaction to him...

To his body.

To his sense of humor.

To the tiny dimple at the corner of his mouth that I wanted to kiss every time it winked at me.

Crap, I needed to figure out how to stop this false relationship before it even had a chance to start...

They say few things in life are more painful than childbirth.

In fact, off the top of my head I can only think of one thing that might come close…

Telling Luke Havrill, the Green Eyed Devil, that I was pregnant with his child definitely had to be more painful than childbirth—or at least it seemed that way in the moment.

It might not have been so bad if we had actually liked each other, but from the first night we met Luke had judged me like a book with a bad cover—To him I was a high maintenance, superficial supermodel.

And I had judged him right back—To me he was an emotionless, cold, calculating businessman.

We were opposites in every way, but despite our mutual dislike for one another, we somehow couldn’t stop ourselves from falling into bed together...and now that our bed was made, we needed to lie in it.

We had nine months to figure out how to be civil to each other—that was our first priority.

What wasn’t a priority—falling back into bed together...too bad that was the easiest thing to accomplish.

But I could have handled all that...I had been in that situation before, after all.

What I couldn’t handle—starting to fall for the Green Eyed Devil in other ways.

But how could I not start to fall for the man who spent countless hours helping me put together baby furniture...

The man who went out of his way to bring me sweet treats…

The man who made an effort to satisfy all of my cravings…

No! Falling for him was not an option. I was taking a hard pass...

Hard Pass is a full length STANDALONE steamy slow burn romance.