Man’s best friend is about to be his best wingman. Nadia Moving into a shoebox studio at #1 Love Place was a dream come true for me. I'm not sure what I expected, but I didn't expect him. I first saw Julian "Jay" Vale being walked by his dog—literally. There is nothing funnier, or hotter, than watching a Greek god of a man get bossed around by a ten-pound Platinum Frenchie. When he caught me laughing and walked over with that devastating grin, my brain short-circuited. Now, I’m seeing him everywhere. In the lobby, by the mailboxes, near the elevator. Every time our eyes meet, my knees go weak. I know I just got here, but my heart is already trying to move in upstairs. Jay I’ve never believed in love at first sight. Lust? Sure. Feelings? Definitely. But looking at Nadia Mirewood standing on the sidewalk felt like getting hit by a lightning bolt. She’s beautiful, she’s funny, and she’s the only woman who’s ever made me forget my own name. I knew the second I saw her that she was mine. The problem is, I need to convince her of that without looking like a stalker. Good thing I have a secret weapon. My Frenchie, Salty, will do anything for a treat—including tangling his leash around the prettiest girl in the building. I’m playing for keeps, and I’m not above playing dirty to make sure Nadia falls just as hard as I have.