I'm Harlow Grace, the newest, hottest face of Hollywood sex appeal, the woman every man wants and every woman wants to be... and I'm running away. I need an escape. I need to get away from the pressure, find somewhere I won't be hounded at every step-an impossible thing to ask when I'm on billboards everywhere, from LA to Laos, Japan to Jakarta, Sydney to Siberia. So, I buy a yacht and hide out in the most obscure, remote, and unexpected place I can think of: Ketchikan, Alaska. Instead of a peaceful vacation, however, what I find in Ketchikan is trouble. The kind of trouble that's six-plus feet of nerdy hotness I can't resist. I mean, who could? He's a genius with no idea how attractive he is, an enigma of contradictions: awkward yet confident, fascinating and flirtatious, yet aloof and evasive of physical touch. He's utterly and deliciously sexy in every way-and oh, so innocent. * * * I can recite all of The Iliad and The Odyssey in the original Greek. I can do advanced mathematics in my head and memorize entire books with ease. By the time I graduated high school I had been scouted by several international soccer teams and recruited by think tanks, the NSA, and the CIA. All of which is totally useless when a woman like Harlow Grace is standing in front of me, trying to talk to me, flirting with me, touching me. She's Helen of Troy-a woman with a face that could launch a thousand ships, a woman wars are fought over. It turns out she's not just beautiful-she's famous. A Hollywood sex symbol. A superstar known all over the world... And yet somehow she's interested in me?
I'm Harlow Grace, the newest, hottest face of Hollywood sex appeal, the woman every man wants and every woman wants to be... and I'm running away. I need an escape. I need to get away from the pressure, find somewhere I won't be hounded at every step-an impossible thing to ask when I'm on billboards everywhere, from LA to Laos, Japan to Jakarta, Sydney to Siberia. So, I buy a yacht and hide out in the most obscure, remote, and unexpected place I can think of: Ketchikan, Alaska. Instead of a peaceful vacation, however, what I find in Ketchikan is trouble. The kind of trouble that's six-plus feet of nerdy hotness I can't resist. I mean, who could? He's a genius with no idea how attractive he is, an enigma of contradictions: awkward yet confident, fascinating and flirtatious, yet aloof and evasive of physical touch. He's utterly and deliciously sexy in every way-and oh, so innocent. * * * I can recite all of The Iliad and The Odyssey in the original Greek. I can do advanced mathematics in my head and memorize entire books with ease. By the time I graduated high school I had been scouted by several international soccer teams and recruited by think tanks, the NSA, and the CIA. All of which is totally useless when a woman like Harlow Grace is standing in front of me, trying to talk to me, flirting with me, touching me. She's Helen of Troy-a woman with a face that could launch a thousand ships, a woman wars are fought over. It turns out she's not just beautiful-she's famous. A Hollywood sex symbol. A superstar known all over the world... And yet somehow she's interested in me?
