GUIDE TO LOVE RULE #37: Fake it till you make it. Just don't fall in love.

Ever since I can remember, I've always played it safe. I didn't take chances. I'm the quintessential good girl of the Banks family.

At least, I was until Linc Kincaid walked into my life.

Now I'm doing things I never thought I'd do. Getting drunk. Singing at karaoke bars. Kissing hot as sin football players for the world to see.

One minute I'm a shy nurse whose biggest problem was that her ex-boyfriend was back in town. The next I'm fake dating the bad boy of the Nashville Fury.

Because yeah...that happened.

Linc and I didn't mean to get ourselves into this situation, but after pictures of our crazy night hit the internet, we agreed it was a genius plan: I needed help to keep my clingy ex-boyfriend away and he needed to clean up his image. A win-win.

Plus, he was up front with me-he didn't do long term. And since I'm a forever kind of girl, there was no way I was going to fall in love with my fake boyfriend.

Right?

Wrong. So Wrong.

In my defense, he started holding my hand for the cameras. And kissing my forehead. Calling me a swoony nickname that caused all the butterflies.

But I was holding out. Being strong. Until he offered to give me spicy lessons in the bedroom.

And I said yes.

I guess that's what I get for taking chances.

Now, somewhere along the way, I fell in love with my fake boyfriend.

And there's no guide to love for that.