Dear Mr. Author

When I write a letter to superstar writer, Madden Mitchell, I don’t expect him to respond.

He’s one of the best writers in the world, a forty-three year old silver fox. No… more like a silver wolf with how he stares from his author photo, his muscular body barely contained in his suit, looking like he’s ready to tear me apart.

Okay, so I’ve got a major crush on him.

But of course, he’d never want me.

I’m twenty years old and broke. I’m not even half the writer he is. Plus I’m a virgin, inexperienced and shy, nothing like the women he probably hangs out with.

The only thing we have in common is that we’re both orphans.

To say I’m shocked when he writes back is the understatement of the century.

And then he says he wants to meet. Writing letters isn’t enough for him.

My best friend persuades me to meet him. She says it’s a great chance for my writing career.

What I don’t expect is for the alpha author to claim me in the most possessive way possible, leaving me confused and excited about his intent, leaving me to wonder where he’s going to take things next.

Is it a trick? Does he know about my crush? Is he playing games with me?

Or does this tortured, handsome writer truly want to make me his?