The Opposite of Fiction

Rating: 4 out of 5.


I’m a writer. It’s who I am and what I love. I fled from Texas to New York to become somebody and found a home at one of the most prestigious magazines in the country.

It’s the Chronicle’s fiftieth anniversary, and my boss is finally giving me the opportunity to become managing editor.

There’s only one problem…

He’s also hired some Cornell-grad frat boy under the guise he’s here to help me become a better journalist.
I’m not an idiot.

Frat boy isn’t here out of the kindness of his heart. He’s here to steal the job I’ve worked a decade for.

No, sir. Not on my watch. No one will take something I’ve rightfully earned.

But Mr. Cornell isn’t just some guy. He’s the same gorgeous man I had a two-night stand with.


Norah was everything I was looking for to help heal my broken heart, and I planned on ending the serial monogamist title my college roommates gave me with her. No strings attached.

But one night became two, and even then, that wasn’t enough.

She wasn’t supposed to be my next relationship, and when I walked in as the new reporter at the Chronicle, she definitely wasn’t supposed to be my competition for the managing editor job.

I like Norah, but there’s no way I would sacrifice a job I moved across the country to get for a woman I just met.

No matter how much I can’t stop thinking about her.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Parental abuse, death of a parent, abandonment, sex with someone else.