Rachel is a romance writer. Kind of. Sort of. What started one night in a fit of loneliness and an overdose of chocolate and cheap wine, somehow blossomed into two steamy romance novels featuring the perfect man, Raoul. A man who could never exist in real life. She thought.
Under pressure to produce a third book for the series, Rachel hits a wall, and with a contractual deadline looming, her best friend/publisher arranges for her to take a breather. To recharge her batteries. To seek inspiration. To house sit. In Florida. Next door to the real-life Raoul. Steve. Whose life got turned upside down each time she published her novels. Who now detests romance writers in general. Who despises HER in particular!
A chance meeting on the beach leads to first shock, then to a budding romance then to disaster once Rachel realizes that she was the one who ruined Steve's life with her writing. How can she tell him her true identity and still keep him in her life? And how can she compete with Lisa, Steve's Greek-goddess-like personal assistant? His very possessive and jealous personal assistant, who is determined to keep Steve for herself.