knocking boots  from <i>wall street journal</i> best selling author, willow winters comes a steamy, small-town romance. <br> <br>a drunken bet that led to a fake relationship? my naive little heart still hoped it would last... <br> <br>we were never meant to be together. <br>he’s a bartender with noncommittal tendencies. <br>i’m looking for ... the opposite. commitment. period. <br> <br>but drinks and a bet led to something it shouldn’t have: a fake relationship. worse, a first date, a first kiss... and then more. <br>he’s addictive and i can’t bring myself to accept the reality. <br>that it’s all a lie and i’m fooling myself by thinking he could want more. that i could change him. <br>he’s mine for as long as i keep on pretending like this is just for fun. <br>as if i don’t want more... <br> <br>like when he whispers my name, i pretend it doesn’t make my heart flip. <br>like when he holds me at night, i pretend i don’t want to lay in his bed every night. <br>it's just a bet; just a lie . . . until it isn't.