and something Claire Becker had learned the hard way.
Sure, she didn’t have to conform to ridiculous beauty standards and give up her
love for raw cookie dough, but the sting of rejection burned all the same. The
only things that kept her sane were her two amazing roommates and her guilty
Getting lost in her own world, she’d forget that she had yet to land her dream job,
and instead spent time with her dream man—Nick Larsson. Well, at least in the
literary sense. Too bad he wasn’t aware or an active participant—her fictional
love life, outstanding.
Tall, good-looking and sexy beyond comprehension, Nick Larsson not only had a
famous last name—and four equally smoldering brothers—but was talented
beyond belief. A star on the rise with a critically acclaimed series, his body and
face were what fantasy scripts—and dreams—were made of. Made for some
pretty steamy writing opportunities too.
And yes, it was probably “wrong” for Claire to objectify him, but it wasn’t like
anyone knew about it. Just her, and her two amazing, supportive roommates.
Or at least they were amazing and supportive, and bound to be missed after
Claire killed them.
In a moment of unexplained insanity, one of them —or both, each as bad as the
other—sent her latest installments to the man himself.
Cue panic of epic proportions.
All Claire needed to do was sneak into his apartment and retrieve the
misappropriated story before Nick, or anyone else, read it and mistook her for a
creepy stalker. Although, breaking and entering probably wouldn’t convince
anyone to the contrary either.
Claire was going to get the best material of her life, or end up with a restraining
order. Either way, the story was getting a hell of lot more interesting.