I wrote this book because I’m tired of “perfect” heroes and “delicate” heroines. I wanted a woman who handles her own legal loops, smells like a bakery at dawn, and has a professional level of spite for women like Sylvie. And I wanted a hero who radiates enough heat to bake a loaf of bread just by standing near it—a man who is an absolute nightmare to deal with but whose “bulge” makes you forget your own name.