Landing a writing gig in Hollywood was just as difficult as becoming an actor, and something Claire Becker had learned the hard way. Sure, she didnโt 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 pleasureโwriting fan-fiction. Getting lost in her own world, sheโd forget that she had yet to land her dream job, and instead spent time with her dream manโNick Larsson. Well, at least in the literary sense. Too bad he wasnโt aware or an active participantโher fictional love life, outstanding. Tall, good-looking and sexy beyond comprehension, Nick Larsson not only had a famous last nameโand four equally smoldering brothersโbut was talented beyond belief. A star on the rise with a critically acclaimed series, his body and face were what fantasy scriptsโand dreamsโwere made of. Made for some pretty steamy writing opportunities too. And yes, it was probably โwrongโ for Claire to objectify him, but it wasnโt 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 themโor both, each as bad as the otherโsent 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 wouldnโt 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.