I was supposed to be partying with a bunch of celebrities in paradise this week, okay?But then I made one teeny, tiny error in judgement before leaving New York, and suddenly the paparazzi expected me to give a command performance as "the other man" in their straight celebrity "outing" of the week.Um, no, precious. So much no.Instead, I did what any self-respecting, secret-keeping man would do in that situation: I cancelled my trip and fled New York to hide out in the last place anyone would look for me--a weird little Florida island where nothing exciting ever happened.Or at least it didn't... until I arrived. Now I find myself shacked up with my fake boyfriend Beale Goodman, Whispering Key's most adorable, most enormous, most virginal cinnamon roll-a guy who rescues feral cats, believes in soulmates, and talks about happiness like it's free for the taking. A guy who nearly convinces me, with every smile and kiss, that it is. Stranger still? I find myself falling for the people on the island. Fitting in, instead of sticking out. Making, you know... friends. And for the first time ever, I think I've found something I want to run to, rather than from...As long as I can keep my secrets from catching up with me.
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