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.