Mr. Right was a myth from the pits of hell. There was no way men could offer anything beyond fairytales and dick. I thought I’d constructed a fool-proof way to snag the man of my dreams. I thought my book of standards would weed out the unworthy fuck boys. But I struck out one too many times. Maybe there wasn’t anyone out there for me. I was ready to accept my fate until… I kissed him. He was an arrogant pain in the ass and I was perfectly fine hating him. Hating him was what I knew. But I didn’t know anything once he tipped my world upside down. I was falling hard and fast. I’d have to let go of my issues if I wanted to keep him. But that would be easier said than done.