As an adult woman—and the
vice president of a marketing firm—I shouldn’t be waiting by my office window
to ogle the mystery man who jogs by every morning at 11:45. Sure, he’s a
gorgeous, perfect specimen of the human race, but I can’t bring myself to hit
on a total stranger. However, my best friend–slash–colleague Vince Carson
thinks I should do more than talk to the guy. In fact, he’s borderline
obsessive about “getting me laid.” (His words.) But the more time we spend
together, the more it’s clear: The one I’m falling for is Vince.
Butler’s got it bad for some pompous, over-pumped A-hole who struts his stuff
past her window. That doesn’t bother me. I know she deserves nice things. What does bother
me is that she friend-zoned me big-time last year, so I can’t ask her out
myself. But what if I set her up with Mr. Steroids? Then, when he breaks her
heart, I can swoop in and save her like the nice guy I am. Everything’s going
according to plan . . . until we share a ridiculously epic kiss. And suddenly
anything is possible.
rescue dog. She holds a degree in graphic design currently gathering dust in an
impressive frame. When she’s not writing super-sexy heroes, she can be found
cooking, drawing, drinking coffee (okay, wine), and eating potato chips. She
firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help, you
can create the life you want.