He’s That Man.

You understand, the hero in nearly every romance novel. The super-rich, effective CEO who is beyond sexy. Lives in a penthouse. Is definitely wicked in bed. Has massive . foot. Is sort of a jerk, but really he’s not really because he harbors some main secret that, once uncovered, explains why he’s just how he is-therefore completely redeeming himself and making all the visitors who hated to love him swoon . . .

Yeah. That one.

Well, I came across him.

I’m a writer that has spent years searching for an ideal muse.

Now that I know he exists, I’ve a mission.

To make him fall deeply 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 today he hates me personally.

Regrettably for him, he’s my That Guy.

And he’ll love me . . .

Whether he wants to or not.