Brandon Bryce has forgotten himself. The memories of his past are lost.
But in this obscurity, he remembers someone. A woman he doesn’t know much about but know enough that he wants to be with her.
Will he get what he wants?
A worn-out sex swing in the sex dungeon of my penthouse.
A room with thousands of hours of porn, the walls of which lights up like a Christmas tree under black light.
A Jacuzzi that smells like sex and has a pair of bra and panties floating in it.
These are the remnants of my past.
As for the present, all I have left is my name—Brandon Bryce.
Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?
I thought so too until a woman from my neighborhood threw her shoe at me just after another one tried to scratch my face. It has been brought to my attention that behind this pretty face of mine lies a certifiable a**hole.
I have so far worked on the strategy of hit it and quit it, resulting in me hurting many women. But now that I have escaped death by the skin of my teeth, things are going to be a lot different. I have decided to make amends to those who I have hurt all the while trying to find her.
I saw her once, not sure where, and now I see her everywhere. Blonde hair that fell to her shoulder in waves, smoldering blue eyes putting the ocean to shame, cherry red lips that one must have, and those tempting curves crafted by God himself. How can one forget someone like her?
She is a dream that keeps me awake at night.
A distraction that fazes me through the day.
She is my Dreamy Distraction.
Have a Slice of Cake or Two. Grab a Pitcher of Coffee. And Buckle Up.
Because this one is not an Insta Love Story.
Our utterly obsessed hero will wear his heart on his sleeve and trigger a spectrum of emotions within you as he takes you along on a wild ride full of humor, romance, and with a little bit of suspense on the top.