Two authors. Obsessed with the idea of love. . .what could possibly go wrong?
This should be a love story. Everything's in place for it to be. The perfect lines, the perfect souls, but you see, Justin thinks it's a game. He thinks I'm his pawn, but he couldn't be more wrong. Every move he makes, I'll block him. Every time he thinks he's about to seize me, I'll run. Some men underestimate the power of the queen because they're too busy playing king. They forget she's the most powerful piece on the board. And love is not a game I'm apt at losing.
What will it take for him to realize I'll never be his pawn, but I'll happily play his queen.
She wants a love story. And while I've set it up just like I do my stories, it's not love I'm after, it's the chase. Marisa thinks she can outplay me. Even though I'm always one step ahead of her, she keeps me on my toes, which is why I don't underestimate her. Not one bit, but it seems she forgets the game's not over until the king is dead.
And she'll never kill me, because I'll make her love me. And then. . .checkmate. I win.
Love is not a game, but the chase certainly is.