As a perfectionist with crippling anxiety, finding my “dream man” was the last thing on my to-do list. But after an earth-shattering breakup, I made a list of everything I wanted in my “perfect partner.”
I never expected him to show up.
I never expected that there’d be more than one.
And I never expected that I could have them all—at the same time.
Whatever I write with this mysterious pen comes to life, so I wrote down everything I wanted: guys who treat me like a princess and don’t mind sharing. There’s just one catch:
They’re all from the pages of my diary. Including the pages I wrote about my toxic ex, who joins the party—
—and will stop at nothing to destroy me.