|Flipping His Script|
|July 13th 2019|
|Sure I swooned over him. But everyone did. He was only Flynn Archer, the swashbuckling, brooding bad boy who starred in the biggest movie production on the planet.
But me? I’d known him before all that, when Flynn had gone by a different name in a different place. We hadn’t been friends. But I owed him, bigtime. And now, he’d come to collect.
Not my body. And not my soul. Just a favor. For money. Lots of money.
The only problem was, my body and soul were sliding dangerously close to the line. And if only he weren’t so annoyingly similar to the character he played on screen – smoldering, fearless, and just a little bit crazy – I might’ve stood a chance.
But I didn’t. And now, like a total idiot, I was falling for him, hard. And just maybe, he was falling for me, too.
There was only one problem. We totally hated each other.
Really, we did.