When it comes to sizzling hot romance coupled with outrageous hilarity, nobody delivers like Erin McCarthy. Now she's back with a delicious story where nothing's on the level, everybody's got something to hide, and the only thing honest is the slow, hard pull of irresistible attraction...LOVE. SEX. DESTINY. AND A SIX-FOOT-FOUR PSYCHIC IN A BRIDESMAID'S DRESS? HONEY, YOU DON'T KNOW JACK...Jamie Peters no longer believes in true love. True idiots, true scumbags, true moochers--these she believes in wholeheartedly, and she's got the checkered dating history to prove it. So she's more than a little skeptical when her cross-dressing psychic tells her she's about to meet her soul mate during an accident. Yeah, sounds about right. And then it happens. A knight in shining armor steps between her and a mugger on a subway platform.
