1.Hate-screw my high school nemesis.
2.Remember to hate him.
3.Prove my brother wrong.
It should be easy.
It isn’t.
As the owner of Pick-A-Dick, New Orleans’ premier hook-up website, my job is simple. Connect two people for a no-strings, no-expectations hook-up. The plus for my clients is that I’m the one who gets to sift through the dick pics—except this time, they're required.
My problem? My brother, co-owner of Pick-A-Dick’s sister dating site, doesn’t believe it’s possible to hook up with someone three times and not fall in love.
I disagree. I know it’s possible.
And my disagreement is exactly how I end up reconnected with my high school nemesis, Elliott Sloane. The guy who asked me to junior prom and then stood me up. Who egged my car when I rejected him, and convinced my senior homecoming date to ghost me.
It should be easy to hate-screw him. If only he was still that person, instead of a hot-as-hell single dad, working as a builder to make ends’ meet, fighting for custody of his daughter.
Not to mention packing in the pants department...
Three hook-ups.
One outcome.
Right?
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEYfj4FczaKYMYs2m6EMvv5b3NyVLL1eWhH7Xt3Xmp3EwTkCatNI17Y39cSv_oTwctRjR_dh2aPHPJSYMDqoxaV9twRluI6TfH9xptSyfblUxkl5FzO7K2d7wHDF_0SEuluPZlqwWMysj/s640/THUE-graphic1.jpg)
2.Remember to hate him.
3.Prove my brother wrong.
It should be easy.
It isn’t.
As the owner of Pick-A-Dick, New Orleans’ premier hook-up website, my job is simple. Connect two people for a no-strings, no-expectations hook-up. The plus for my clients is that I’m the one who gets to sift through the dick pics—except this time, they're required.
My problem? My brother, co-owner of Pick-A-Dick’s sister dating site, doesn’t believe it’s possible to hook up with someone three times and not fall in love.
I disagree. I know it’s possible.
And my disagreement is exactly how I end up reconnected with my high school nemesis, Elliott Sloane. The guy who asked me to junior prom and then stood me up. Who egged my car when I rejected him, and convinced my senior homecoming date to ghost me.
It should be easy to hate-screw him. If only he was still that person, instead of a hot-as-hell single dad, working as a builder to make ends’ meet, fighting for custody of his daughter.
Not to mention packing in the pants department...
Three hook-ups.
One outcome.
Right?
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEYfj4FczaKYMYs2m6EMvv5b3NyVLL1eWhH7Xt3Xmp3EwTkCatNI17Y39cSv_oTwctRjR_dh2aPHPJSYMDqoxaV9twRluI6TfH9xptSyfblUxkl5FzO7K2d7wHDF_0SEuluPZlqwWMysj/s640/THUE-graphic1.jpg)
About The Author
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Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
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