There are only two people in the world that I truly hate. One of them is unpacking his toothbrush in my bathroom, and the other one is texting me to find out what color my panties are. Pathetic, I know. I'm a romance novelist caught between the man I used to love, and the one who wants to destroy my career. Well - maybe "destroy" is too strong of a word. But there's still no excuse for why I started a secret cyber-affair with a snarky reviewer who...