Is this what I think it is? Paranormal New Adult? Maybe this won't be rich white kids first world problems. Maybe there'll be some plot aside from the romance.
Please don't suck.
You’re probably not going to believe a word I say. If you’re like everyone else I’ve told, you’re going to read this and tell me to get help. That’s fine, because the only thing I care about is finding my winged hero. So whether you believe me or not, if you see him, tell him I’m searching for him, and I have no plans to give up. Because when a man can kiss like that—can make you feel alive in every grain of your being—there’s no comparison. The only clue I have to find him is his first name. Owen.
You had one job, Book. One Job.