Talk about fun!! From their first meeting, Harry and Ira's enmity for each other was without bounds. This despite- or mayhap because- the gentlemen were so very much alike. Both were confirmed bachelors and at best average looking. Each had a measure of celebrity achieved on the success of a lone Harlequin romance novel, written at the cusp of middle age. But in the Gladiator Arena of Women's Light Romance there can only be one! How far will these gentlemen of the Upper Eastside go to write the perfect women's soft sex romance?