Me and dating? It’s a story as old as time—a horror story. Think ghosting. Think racoon-eyed crying. Think the kind of soul-sucking betrayal that leaves you sobbing on the bathroom floor.

But it’s time to write a new chapter, which is why I’ve decided I’m done making mistakes. Really—I am. I learned my lesson with my last relationship. From now on, the only happily ever after I’m pursuing that involves a man is the one I’m writing in my next bestseller.

At least that was what I thought until I met Brett.

Tall, dark, and grumpy, this mysterious bartender does something to my insides. His spicy cologne makes me more lightheaded than the tantalizing cocktails he whips up. He’s completely unlike the other men I’ve dated. I think that's good.

Spending just one night with him couldn’t be THAT colossal of a mistake, could it?