amie Peters no longer believes in true love - but true idiots, true scumbags, and true moochers? Yes, yes, yes. Just look at her checkered dating history for proof. So she's more than a little skeptical when her cross-dressing psychic tells her she's about to meet her soul mate. And then it happens. A knight in shining armor steps between her and a mugger on a subway platform. A regular, honest, upright Jack. . .
Jonathon Davidson doesn't believe in destiny - or lying to beautiful women as a rule. But now that Jamie thinks he's just an ordinary guy, how can he possibly tell her that he's really, (A) her roommate's brother, (B) a millionaire to boot, and (C) the jerk who's investigating her application to his grandfather's charitable trust because she may be involved in something illegal? Yeah, rhetorical question. He can't resist Jamie's luscious curves, that is. At least long enough to say, 'Hi, my name is Big Liar. Let's get naked.' Sometimes, destiny sucks. . .
