Lip Action — Virna DePaul

Marissa

Appearance is everything to my upper-crust mother, but when she insists I take back my pedigreed-but-cheating ex? I'd rather stab myself with a salad fork. So I blurt out I'm dating someone new. Someone like…that smoking-hot, vaguely familiar guy across the restaurant, who could be the next James Bond.

Turns out he's the star of my favorite, cheesy, sci-fi soap opera. (Don't judge me.) One minute I'm fantasizing about Borg and his green-hued abs. The next, Simon Dale is making me an offer my sex-starved body can't refuse.

Simon

I'm up for a breakout movie role that'll launch me off the B-list, but I don't need a script to read the scene between Marissa and her mum. Even though I'm a London gutter rat who never rubbed elbows with a Royal, I easily slip into the role of Marissa's doting boyfriend. Why? I need a favor in return -- a steady girlfriend, just long enough to convince the producers I've changed my wild ways.

Trouble is, I'm going all Method on this relationship -- and close to losing the one thing that could break me. My heart.