Jove Rogue is a certified maniac. And... also my pen pal?

Which is, uh, cool. Totally cool. Really. No panic attacks here!

It's not like I thought my pen pal and closest confidant was a girl or anything. Obviously I knew it was our small town's walking red flag - and not the cute kind that comes on mailboxes.

No, no.

Jove is not cute.

For one, no one that huge would ever be considered cute. For two, his jawline could cut through granite - or my poorly concealed aversion to being anywhere in his vicinity.

But when my surprising friend needs help researching for his upcoming novel, I can't just leave him hanging.

And when he asks for a fake girlfriend? Well, I agree.

He may be a walking red flag, but he's my red flag. And that's something I can't ignore.