I never meant to lie, but when my college bully sneers at my epic fail love life, I do my best to stand up to her. I grab the stranger next to me at the party, call him my date, and kiss him.

One horrifying video of the hot cricketer and me losing our clothes later - filmed by the same bully - and my life is about to blow up.

To my surprise, the rule-following golden boy of cricket saves me from social destruction. So, I move into his mansion and lie about being head over heels for him. Just for the summer.

What does the man I loathe get out of it? Getting on his coach's good side. A coach who just happens to be my godfather.

I don't know if fake dating is the solution to our problems or this wild catastrophe I can't escape...especially when I start falling for him for real.

Tropes in this 110K+, softly-paced, dual POV standalone romance include:

Like at first sight to loathe to love

The video made them do it

My girl

Forced proximity

Jersey war

Hurt/healing

Discovering feminine rage

A found family obsessed with pies

Cricket thrills

00s Bollywood nostalgia