I can't believe I didn't kill that guy for what he did.I'm a notorious playboy and self-made millionaire. I'm used to women throwing themselves at me. Saving one is a different story. I could see the fear in her striking blue eyes. So, I go after her, comfort her. It wasn't like I planned to have sex with her in the alley. Or spend the whole night making her scream. She wanted one perfect night. I gave her that and more. I can't forget her no matter how hard I try. And when I find out she has a secret... A secret tied to that one hot night - I will not give up until I make her MINE.

    Infatuation, sure. Lust, absolutely. But true love? Please. That’s strictly fiction, folks.Unfortunately, I haven’t convinced my best friend and business partner of that. The guy’s still a believer in happily-ever-after, despite having met—and lost—“the one” more times than I can count. And that’s pretty damn high, since I’m the numbers guy behind our hot new startup.Tonight, I wish I had my buddy’s technical skillset. If I did, I’d be back at our twentieth-floor office, solving our system crash. Instead, I’m taking his place at yet another pointless speed-dating meetup, so he doesn’t tick off the organizer by bailing. I’m tempted to no-show and get him booted from the group, but he wouldn’t see it as the favor it is.So I’ll go and fake it for a couple hours. Maybe score a hookup. Probably rack up some good stories. One thing I won’t do at tonight’s “Desperates Anonymous” event…meet the woman of my dreams. Because she doesn’t exist. Dating is fun and games. Love is for suckers.* A love-at-first-sight, instalove romance novella *