It was true. By her mid-twenties, BB’s type had been well established—and good guys need not apply. Which is exactly why she had to friend-zone Ken Easton. The man was a former football star, smelled like fresh laundry instead of stale cigarettes, and had more ties in his closet than tattoos on his knuckles. BOR-ING. But the more she got to know her gorgeous study buddy, the more she wondered: Why doesn’t he date? Why does he avoid human touch? Why does he hate all things fun and wonderful? The psychology-student side of her became obsessed with getting inside Ken’s head, while the romantic side of her became obsessed with getting inside his heart. Soon BB discovers the one thing she loves more than bad boys is a good challenge. To view a comprehensive content warning, please visit the author's website.