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…