For Research Purposes

Noah has built his entire career writing about love.

There's just one problem: he's never actually been in it.

At twenty-three, Noah is the bestselling author behind a wildly popular MM romance pen name. His readers think he's an expert on love, relationships and everything that comes with them.

They couldn't be more wrong.

Noah has never had a boyfriend. He's never been in love. And despite writing six bestselling romances, he's never written a single explicit scene because he has absolutely no idea what he's doing.

Unfortunately, his readers are getting impatient.

His publisher wants his next book to be eighteen-plus, and Noah is running out of excuses.

Then, after one too many drinks at a gay club, Noah meets Henry.

Henry is twenty-seven, confident, charming and far more experienced than Noah, which makes him the perfect person to help.

At least, that's what Noah tells himself.

One drunken conversation turns into a phone number. The phone number turns into an agreement. And suddenly Noah has a very willing participant in the most ridiculous research project of his career.

There are rules.

No feelings.

No telling anyone.

And absolutely no confusing research with reality.

It should be simple.

But the more time Noah spends with Henry, the harder it becomes to remember where the research ends and something real begins.

Because Noah has spent years writing about falling in love.

He just never expected to find out what it actually feels like by accident.