The Expiry Date Diaries Series

The 90-Day Experiment

A disastrous little secret. A sexy as hell boss. A 90-Day Relationship Challenge that’s about to get...complicated.

Brilliant, sexy, and with curves under her lab coat that drive me wild, Emerson is impossible to resist—even if falling for her is a disaster waiting to happen. Maybe it’s the lure of the forbidden—she’s my boss and older. But then there’s my secret, and if she finds out, it’ll confirm all her worst doubts about me.

To keep our lab funded, Emerson must prove love is just a chemical reaction—a challenge she's determined to meet. For me though, love is almost a religion. Too bad I need this job...or I lose everything. But when her family ropes us into a 90-Day Relationship Challenge, that's when things really get dicey.

I can't refuse because, well… Smoking. Hot. Boss. Emerson’s willing too, as long as I follow one rule: strictly fun, and things can't go past the 90-day window. But that first electrifying kiss blurs all boundaries, and each touch becomes a battle between desire and restraint.

With Emerson's career at risk, my secret looming, and our no-strings-attached deal getting too real, the stakes have never been higher. And as the 90-day clock ticks down, our scorching chemistry threatens to blow everything apart.

The 90-Day Detour

A type-A travel writer. A bad-boy influencer. One viral challenge that could make or break them both.

My life's a non-stop thrill ride until my bonehead manager pairs me with Avery Grant—a woman so put-together she probably irons her socks. Her obsession with planning drives me up the wall, but the way she bites her lip when she’s focused… it’s got me all kinds of hot and bothered.

As we fake-date through Europe's most sickeningly romantic spots, our relationship starts to feel way too real. Which only gets worse when our nights become a tangle of sheets and broken rules. I know I'm in deep trouble, but Avery's got even more to lose. With her job in a dying industry on shaky ground, I'm the human wrecking ball who could demolish it completely.

As the 90-day clock ticks down like a time bomb, we're both facing the biggest decision of our lives: stick to our carefully crafted personas or risk it all for a chance at something real. Because sometimes, the best-laid plans are meant to be broken… along with a few hotel beds.

The 90-Day Rehearsal

A tough-guy actor. A demanding director. Ninety days to create sparks on stage…and off.

I thought I had this acting gig figured out—be the tough guy, deliver the lines, cash the check. Then Kennedy Grant stormed into my life, all fire and determination, demanding I dig deeper. As my director, she holds my career in her hands. And now to save her show, she's proposing a crazy 90-day relationship to help me tap into my character's vulnerability. It's professional suicide to refuse, but agreeing might just destroy us both.

With each passing day, Kennedy's exercises chip away at my defenses. I'm starting to feel things I've spent years avoiding, and I can see the conflict in her eyes too—she's risking everything on this production…and on me. Worse, I'm beginning to crave her approval, her smile, her touch. But letting her in for real could mean jeopardizing both our careers.

As opening night approaches, the stakes have never been higher. Kennedy's reputation is on the line, and I'm the loose cannon that could blow it all up. With the clock ticking on our 90-day challenge, one wrong move could bring the curtain down on our careers—and on any chance at love.

The 90-Day Fake Out

Two best friends. One fake relationship. A very real chance at heartbreak.

When my best friend Quinn proposed we join a “couples' in crisis” retreat for a free trip to paradise, I thought it would be a breeze. Add some photos to my portfolio, play pretend, and walk away unscathed. But Quinn's turning out to be more than just the career-obsessed firecracker I thought I knew.

We're both on edge, knowing one slip-up could expose our lie to the retreat organizers and ruin everything. But with each therapy session, every lingering touch, I'm losing my grip on reality as our little charade turns into a powder keg of sexual tension. Every night, we're sharing a bed, her curves just inches away, driving me wild. Our 'fake' kisses for show are starting to linger, hands wandering where they shouldn't.

As our 90 days wind down, we're facing an impossible choice. Do we douse these flames and go back to being just friends? Or do we risk it all on this burning thing between us? Because the thought of not having Quinn in every way possible? It's enough to bring a man to his knees.