Hating the Player

Hot publishing agents usually follow the rules: Men. Manuscripts. And Manolos.

And I was failing at two of the three.

At least...until my golden ticket to publishing fame lands in my lap.

A tell-all with Colton Evans. Mr. Playboy Pro. An arrogant bastard who hides being a fan-favorite smile and a set of abs.

And I don't know which I hate more: The man or the myth. The sordid story...or the shocking truth.

Guess there's only one way to find out...