He's That Guy.
You know, the hero in almost every romance novel. The super-rich, powerful CEO who is beyond sexy. Lives in a penthouse. Is wicked in bed. Has massive... feet. Is kind of a jerk, but really he's not because he harbors some major secret that, once revealed, explains why he is the way he is — therefore completely redeeming himself and making all the listeners who hated to love him swoon...
Yeah. That one.
Well, I found him.
I'm a writer who has spent years searching for the perfect muse.
Now that I know he exists, I have a mission.
To make him fall in love with me.
This should be easy. I mean, I have issues, but above all, I'm a great catch.
Problem is, I did a stupid thing.
And now he hates me.
Unfortunately for him, he's my That Guy.
And he's going to love me...
Whether he wants to or not.
