From international bestselling author Monica James.

My name is Hunter O’Shea and I’ve a confession to produce…I’ve met a woman who consumes me. I know that makes me audio totally whipped, but Mary “Lamb” Mitts gets the capacity to bring me to my legs…it’s just too bad she hates my guts. But that’s alright, because I hate hers, as well. The fiery redhead stirs something in me which i can’t explain.

This temporary insanity could possibly be due to the fact my best friend, who used to be always a bigger player than me, gets married. That must be it. I’m caught up in an Oprah moment.

The only solution is to reunite in the overall game and forget she exists. That theory is definitely great—too bad I don’t wish anyone else.

I…just…wish…her.

I’m so screwed.