Book boyfriends are better.
My book boyfriends go with me everywhere. I prefer them tall, dark and handsome, but I don't discriminate. They sweep me off my feet and are always there when I need them-in my purse, in my car, and even in my bathtub.
Book boyfriends may not be real, but at least they won't break my heart… or get another girl pregnant.
I don't do relationships. I get one whiff and run in the opposite direction. It took me seven years to mend my broken heart, and I'm not about to hand it over again.
That's why I can't fall for Beckett. With his Clark Kent glasses and brooding stare, he's a superhero in disguise. And his superpower? Melting panties with a single glance.
The problem is, Beckett wants to win my heart. His genius mind and washboard abs are a tempting combination, but I'll never fall in love again.
Even though I want Beckett between the sheets, I plan to keep my boyfriends between the pages, where I can close the book when things get ugly and a happy ending is guaranteed. My heart is sure it wants nothing to do with Beckett. Now if only I could get him off my mind…
