I'm completely tired of men. I've had enough. And in case you were wondering, book guys aren't real. I know this because I write about them. My name is Greer Hanson, and I think I've lost my inspiration. After my heart broke, I can't write about romance and love. When my best friend and publisher advises me to take a vacation to look for inspiration, I decide to follow the suggestion. After all, nothing more terrible can happen? But then a beautiful stranger appears. Patrick Fischer sweeps me off my feet with his utter beauty and charm. A flood of words appear in my head after one night with him. Since I know I'll never see him again, I use him as my muse. But what do I do when my fantasy comes to life and the guy steps out of the pages of my book? Book guys can't be real. At least that's what I keep telling myself. Am I willing to risk him breaking my heart? Perhaps this time reality will be better than fiction.18+