Publisher's Synopsis
Sitting in the darkness, cheeks blushed, and ink gushing.
My fingers tingle when I look at him, and his eyes reach mine, and I see fate hiding in them.
His eyes have something I had not seen before.
I know this will be something that will haunt my heart forevermore.
And even though I try, my ink cannot do him justice; it is powerless when I ask it to write about him.
He is an aurora borealis blue for a whole-life-living-in Tropic-of-Capricorn eyes.
He is a never-seen-colored Hydrangea blooming in mid-winter.
The man of my dreams stepped out of my favorite book
and now walks down my town streets.
The man of my fantasies became flesh and blood and now keeps bumping into me around my town streets.
They say that love will not knock on your door, but I have seen it walking down my block.
Look!
There goes the most gorgeous man this town has ever witnessed.
