AN ALL-NEW STANDALONE FROM NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR JULIA KENT One hundred years ago when I was young and impulsive (okay, it was five, alright? Five years ago...) I let my boyfriend take, let's just say...compromising pictures of me. (Shut up. It made sense at the time). Surprise! The sleazy back-stabbing jerk posted them on a website and, well, you can guess what happened. Thatโs right. Iโm a meme. A really gross one. You're seen the pictures. And if you haven't โ donโt ask. And don't look! As face recognition software online improves, I get tagged on social media whenever anyone shares my pictures. You try getting a thousand notifications a day, all of them pictures of your tatas. So. Iโm done. Itโs time for revenge. Let him see how it feels! But how do you get embarrassingly intimate pictures of your jerkface ex who double-crossed you five years ago? Especially when heโs a member of the U.S.House of Representatives now? Getting sweet between the sheets with a congressman is pretty much every political roadieโs dream, right? Iโm one in a crowd. Except to this day, he swears he didnโt do it. Pursued me for months after I dumped him five years ago. Begged me to take him back. And I almost did it. Almost. I was weak and stupid and in love a hundred years ago. Okay. Fine. Five. But I still have the upper hand. Second chance romance has all the emotional feels, doesnโt it? I canโt wait to punch him in the feels. All I need to do is sleep with him once, take some hot-and-sweaty pics of him in... delicate positions, and bring him down. Thatโs it. Nothing more. Pictures first. Revenge after. And then I win. At least, thatโs how it was supposed to happen. But then I did something worse than sexting. I fell in love with him. Again.