You’ve been best friends with Jack for longer than you can remember, which makes it all the more confusing when he breaks down the lie he’s spun to keep his identity a secret with the book he’s published.

He’s used your name to publish a romance novel.

Not just any romance novel, but one of those books that you see in the checkout late of a supermarket, with the overly explicit scenes and lustful dialogue.

That was enough on its own, but now he’s told you that you’re going to have to actually read the book and become familiar with every aspect of it, as there’s a press junket coming up in Sydney.

It’s not long into reading through his manuscripts, though, that you start to notice the honestly frightening similarities between the two love interests in the novel, yourself, and Jack.