Men suck. They break you. Leave you. Take everything until there s nothing left. And frankly, I m done allowing them to make me feel insignificant. So, forget men. I ll just throw myself into my job, because at least that never fails me. Jackson has other plans, though. I refuse to be impressed by his perfect body, the cute dimple on his cheek, or the rugged stubble on his face. Jackson Cole can be resisted. But, I m only fooling myself. He s going to wear me down. I can feel it. In the end he ll prove that once again, I m no one s beloved.'