An obsessively overthinking geeky gamer chick…

It all starts when I crash a Halloween party to save my naive, gullible sister from the clutches of Manhattan’s biggest billionaire playboy, Hunter Ellington.

I don’t find my sister, but I do find myself playing tonsil hockey with a hot Zorro in a dark closet.

Hey, he isn’t the typical hoity-toity trust fund snob.

He’s funny, charming, surprisingly witty, and I like him. Until he answers an urgent call, promises to return, and completely ghosts me.

Of course he does because, as I soon learn, my hot Zorro and Manhattan’s biggest player are one in the same.

A couple weeks later, when an opportunity for revenge falls in my lap, I take it. I’m petty that way.

A fun-loving, smoking-hot billionaire playboy…

I never meant to ghost her. If she’d have waited just a little longer…

Now here she is, standing in my office.

Rose Buchanan is the liaison to the brilliant developer of what, if placed in the right hands, will be the next social media app to take the word by storm—those hands happen to be mine.

Unfortunately, she’s out for blood—also mine.

I really want to get my hands on that app.

I really want to get my hands on Rose Buchanan.

To do either, I need to prove that there’s more to me than my reputation suggests.

Game on.

*NOTE: This book was previously titled Happy Stinkin’ New Year*