The Hunt — Monica James

My name is Hunter O'Shea and I have a confession to make…I've met a girl who consumes me. I know that makes me sound completely whipped, but Mary “Lamb” Mitts has the power to bring me to my knees…it's just too bad she hates my guts. But that's okay, because I hate hers, too. The fiery redhead stirs something in me that I can't explain.

This temporary insanity could be due to the fact my best friend, who used to be a bigger player than me, is getting married. That must be it. I'm caught up in an Oprah moment.

The only solution is to get back in the game and forget she exists. That theory is great -- too bad I don't want anyone else.

I…just…want…her.

I'm so screwed.