Publisher's Synopsis
Morgan Brookes
Proficient. Jokester. Even slightly obnoxious.That's what most people in my life see me as.
The young, successful rich hotshot with the trail of notches in my belt to prove it.
I've become pretty accustomed to playing the part...
Here's what they don't know:
I've wanted only one thing my entire twenty-three years on this planet: to be surrounded by numbers.
Numbers are safe, calculable, and almost never lie.
Unless, of course, you're in the business of cooking them.
Which I'm obviously not.
Numbers will never fail you, never judge you, never try to force you into marriage or a different career path.
Numbers don't require hope, or complain when you never call after sex.
They're unwavering, precise, and never lead you astray.
I never needed anything more than a warm body in my bed
and the stability that I've learned to achieve on my own...
without my parent's money and status lurking in the shadows ready to take all the credit.
Until one night...when reality decided to raise its ugly head and swing hard and fast.
Tactics were sent crashing through the window, obliterating any chance I had at maintaining the balance.
One party is all it took to form a crack in my plans.
One girl is all it took to shatter them completely.
