The best enemies make the best lovers...



There are three things I hate:

Bratwurst in any form, my neighbors boinking like farm animals at 3 AM, and Chase Jett.



Mostly I hate Chase Jett. It's been ten years since he took my virginity—I'd make a bratwurst joke, but the unfortunate truth is that it would have to be a brat-best joke, and yes, it kills me to admit that—and now he's not only a billionaire, he's also my new boss.



Turns out our hate is mutual. And this kind of hate is horrifically twisted, filthy, and banging hot.



I just might have to hate him forever.



Mister McHottie is the hilariously sexy romantic comedy that your mother warned you about, complete with an organic happy-ever-after (or seven), a Bratwurst Wagon, ill-advised office pranks, and no cheating or cliffhangers.