MY FIERY OPAL will make you ugly cry…but not because it’s tender and sweet.

This steamy contemporary love story is emotionally scarring, soul-crushing, and will shred your heart.

BECKHAM:
I have one rule–I don’t do love, romance, or relationships.
That is, until I find myself softening…for her.

RINOA:
I have one rule–I promised myself I would never be in a relationship again.
I’ve been there/done that.
There is no way I’m falling for the darkly menacing, alpha male, hot as sin… Beckham Stone.

RINOA:
After I get home from seeing the girls, my phone pings. It’s a text from Beck.

Beck: Send me your address
Beck: I’ll pick you up at 7p tomorrow
Me: Where are you taking me?
Beck: Where do you want to go?
Me: Where do you normally take your DATES?
Beck: I don’t DATE
Me: Ok where would be your usual pre-hook-up dinner?
Beck: I have a few places in mind
Me: Great. I don’t want to be anywhere near any of those places

I see dots appear, but disappear. Then appear again, then disappear. It takes a few minutes, but my phone eventually dings.

Beck: Change of plans
Beck: Not doing ‘dinner’
Beck: We’re going on a date
Beck: This is nonnegotiable
Me: ?
Me: On one condition…. Are you finally going to tell me why you call me Opal?
Beck: Re-read my previous text. This is nonnegotiable
Me: Re-read MY previous text. I want to know why you call me Opal

Silence

Beck: Fine. 7p tomorrow