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 readers 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.