Taylor Made

After years of feeling trapped by other’s choices, I broke free. Vowing to never wear a suit and tie again, I now live on my terms. No shirt, no service? Works for me. I’ll order online. I avoid socializing as much as possible anyway. Until Harmony Jones. The irony of her first name is not lost on me as we are clearly not in tune.

Give me a sketchpad and you won’t hear a peep from me. My designs have never let me down, unlike some people I know. I’m gaining a following thanks to my art, finally happy and feeling as if I belong. Then I meet Taylor Barnes with his stupid tendency to go shirtless. Is he allergic to them or something?

Warning: Yeah, it’s a bit tongue-in-cheek, but that’s the point. However, it actually contains a plot, so there’s that.


Genre: Romance