The Pucking Wrong Date (Pucking Wrong, #3)

by C.R. Jane

And there she was, standing on the other side of the glass. Our eyes locked. Mine. I felt lightheaded as I stared at her, the world rearranging around me until all I could see…all I could feel…was her. I had no idea who she was. But for a heartbeat, I forgot about the game, the score…the pressure. I was entranced. Nothing else mattered. I stared at her angelic face in blind amazement until I lost my mind and I blew her a kiss, watching in awe as her gorgeous face screwed up in disgust, gold flecked eyes unaware that she’d just changed my fucking world.

I grabbed her hand, trying to keep the awe off my face at how fucking soft her skin was. She didn’t need to know that I would be the only hand she’d be holding for the rest of her life.

But in order to have the chance to be the good guy…I was going to have to be the villain first.

My dude. You're going even more villain than Lincoln & Ari!